Something keeps telling me
You need to break away
You need to break away
Something keeps telling me
You need to break away...
Almost midnight in a bottle
Hanging heavy over your head tonight
Shatter the day
Wait for the night
To come calling, calling
I'll be around the bend
Hanging on a thread
A thread of doubt
Drifting back and again
In the zero hour
I send to you telepathic vibrations
In the zero hour
Things aren't always
What they seem to be