tape, nowhere to escape, locked in my chair. Watching my silhouette,
 sucking back cigarettes in peace. The golden age of call display is
 thankfully here. I see your mouth moving, but suddenly I think I'm deaf.
 I used to hear you but...


 All your talk is cheap skywriting, it's big & bold until the smoke has
 cleared. A gust of wind & words are re-arranging, and suddenly the
 message disappears.

 Cranking my radio, drowning out Romeo with bass. It's thundering &
 quieting, I'm riding the storm. I see you scream at me but I pretend I'm
 somewhere else. I used to hear you but....

 (chorus)

 Non-essential information, a hurricane of aggravation. Your head is high
 above the clouds, go write a best-seller now. I thought I heard
 something, but maybe it was just a dream, I used to hear you but now I
 know.

 (chorus