Static

I can sit here and watch
And no-one could tell I was waiting
The hunger is asleep in my bones
And I feed on little lies instead
I could let out a sigh
And you'd think that my soul had escaped
I could lead you to heaven
You'd still feel mistrust and misled
I can sit in my own static
Until the messages cease
I consider my own panic
A well-disguised prayer for release
Can I sleep for a while
Wrap my thin little conscience around you
I'm so tired of denial
Dying for something true
Can I sink into you
Can I think about the meaning of omens
Can I pretend that there is nothing left to lose
Can I fade away?
I can sit in my own static
Until the messages cease
I consider my own panic
A well-disguised prayer for release
I've been wasted like time itself and I've dreaded every call
I've always known it was your intention to never come back at all
I've been licking my wounds in silence
Now up against that wall
I can sit in my own static
Beyond all reason and doubt
I can reach from my own panic
Let you carry me out
I can love what is mine
I can love what is not
I could always love more
I could love all you got
I could always love more
The line is dead but then you want some more