where’s tele? nobody can tell me
i don’t speak a lick of that language and got a slippery memory
if i spelled it all out on my arm, only if
but i didn’t so i think get a grip kid, deal with it
baby’s waiting for a ring
wont settle for the substitute excuse that’s forming
i got a complicated case of escapism
for her i try to rewire my nature
too tired to wake her up
odder that artificial calm she was on
drug-induced future that slipped out of her palms
seductive rain dancer, she thinks i’m waterproof
like superman doesn’t need a roof over his head
when i come home to roost i need truth to hold in bed
but i’m seeking salvation in a booth

and the phones are dead
and the lights are out
and i’m the only thing livin in this ghost town
except for the clouds, and man they’re comin down
if i knew my way around by now i’d be bound for home

blackout on white night in rome
blackout on white night in rome