Met By Silence

I'm just a man sending telegrams
I'm shouting down from space
Screams are met by silence
How can I wake this sleeping face

I'm taken by this sensation
To some foreign, foreign destination
Where time stands still
Nothing seems real

And I'm not quite sure what I really feel
Where time stands still
Nothing seems real
And I'm not quite sure what I really feel

It's all a matter of luck and timing
Where we end up on this road
Be careful of what you wish for
Once you get it you might explode

I'm taken by this sensation
To some foreign, foreign destination
Where time stands still
Nothing seems real

And I'm not quite sure what I really feel
Where time stands still
Nothing seems real
And I'm not quite sure what I really feel
What I really feel
What I really feel

Where time stands still
Nothing seems real
And I'm not quite sure what I really feel
Where time stands still
Nothing seems real
And I'm not quite sure what I really feel
What I really feel
What I really feel