The phone's ringing

It's been ringing all morning

And the knocking, it’s not starting, it's stopping

And the 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 silent fighting

The everything for control of the ceiling

It's winning, and the rain pours down on her

Soak in 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

They don’t come in from the walls

Which are taking a beating from the wind on the outside

And it's beating, all its way to the break

And it's meeting, that will make them love sick

The walls crumbling, they don’t feel anything,

They feel nothing but the kissing