A piece of string

Holding everything, together

Unraveling

About to give way

A silver sphere

Baring scar

There's a wheel somewhere, about to lose control





I wanna hear my voice 

In the den

I wanna hold your hand

Touch your skin

Wilson Boulevard

Camera 1-A





The kettle boils

And overflows

They paint the prison walls pink

Flood gates are opening

The ivory tower sings





I wanna hear my voice 

In the den

I wanna hold your hand

Touch your skin

Wilson Boulevard

Camera 1-A





I wanna hear my voice 

In the den

I wanna hold your hand

Touch your skin

Wilson Boulevard

Camera 1-A