Frequency — текст песни (Sub-urban Tribe)

Sunday morning nine o`clock
I start to roll over
her voice fills my every cell
I`m gliding out of time
My dial`s locked on her frequency
Diving in electric waves
the surfaec far above
no need for solid ground or air
I`m losing track of place
My dial`s locked on her frequency
Around and around this room I go
operator told me to hang on
a friendly word is what I`m losing her
Day sixteen, i`m in the net
my body`s barely alive
subconsciousness alarming me
there`s only moment`s left
Still I am locked on her Frequency
hopelessly I am locked on her Frequency
on her frequency
Her voice is always in the air
inside my head, I just can`t bare
I`ll never get to her this way
she keeps hanging on
Please someone cut the cable
Please someone cut the cable
Please someone cut the cable
now