The phone's ringing
It's been ringing all morning
And the knocking, it's not starting or stopping
And there's screaming, in the streets it's like barking
It’s nothing, they are kissing
They don't hear anything
They don't notice the lightning
It's striking at the satellite fighting
With everything for control of the ceiling
It's winning, and the rain pours down on them
Soaking the carpet, their shoes and the furniture
And he needs her to drown out all the water
and noise in his head
Someone's choking, someone's praying so hard
They are listening to the stained glass for answers
That aren't coming from the walls
Which are taking a beating from the wind on the outside
And it's leaning, all its weight to the brick
And it's meaning that will make them lovesick
The walls crumbling, they don't feel anything
They feel nothing but the kissing