Come to Your Senses
You’re on the air, I’m underground.
Signal’s fading, can’t be found.
I’ve finally opened up.
For you I would do anything.
But you’ve turned off the volume just when I’ve begun to sing.
Come to your senses, defenses are not the way to go.
And you know or at least you knew.
Everything’s strange, you’ve changed and I don’t know what to do to get through.
I don’t know what to do.
I have to laugh. You sure put on a show.
Love is passe in this day and age; how can we expect it to grow?
You as the Knight, me as the queen.
All I’ve got tonight is static on the screen.
Come to your senses, the fences inside are not for real if we feel as we did.
And I do. Can’t you recall where it all began? It was only you and me.
It was only me and you.
But now the air is filled with confusion. We’ve replaced care with illusion.
It’s cruel to be cold. Nothing lasts anymore.
Love becomes disposable - this is the shape of things we cannot ignore.
Come to your senses, defense is fine,
If you’re just an empty image emanating out of the screen.
Baby, be real if you feel again.
You don’t need a music box melody to know what I mean.
Let the music commence from inside, not only one sense, but use all five.
Come to your senses. Come to your senses.
Baby, come back alive.