In her eyes, there's power of heaven
In her player, Cobain didn't die
Her hand is clutched into a fist
In her fist, there is a phone call.
In her house, there's always a mess
On the walls of her room, there are "The Beatles" posters
His phone number is like a pass code
The words got stuck in the receiver:
Chorus:
Is anybody there other than me?
Is anybody there?
In her purse, there's her mom's mascara
In her notebook, there are other people's poems
Her day went by as usual
In her dreams, everything's so good
Her father is watching football
Her sister is a furry arctic fox
Her windows face the yard
She screams into the darkness,
Chorus
Is anybody there other than me?
Is anybody there?
Her words are a hidden passion
Her dances are an open fire
In her dreams, there are tears and light
Her song is a single line:
Chorus
Is anybody there other than me?
Is anybody there?