later...when the tv turns to static

my street as i remember is still the same

wonder what the people around here say

only i can turn things the other way

i think my friends have all gave up on me

untie my chains

i reach out in apology

then dance dance dance into the future with me

beware the fences

and the prison defences

and the lies they say inside these walls commitments involuntary

it's later when the tv turns to static

it's quiet on the edge of my bed up in the attic

how i got home tonight seemed so automatic

systematic

now the outside world looks so cinematic

only the lonely

in this correctional facility

isn't it sad

isn't it sad

isn't it a pity

in the still of every night

i pray for the damaged who'll be loved unwillingly

from in a place where no man truly

can ever really walk away

i didn't want to walk away

it's later when the tv turns to static

it's quiet on the edge of my bed up in the attic

how i got home tonight seemed so automatic

systematic

now the outside world looks so cinematic