TV

Take me higher To that holy fire I can't find the spirit anymore The sun is setting And these days are getting Harder just to make it out the door And I'm Staring at the TV Like something's gonna reach me Like someone's gonna turn and call my name Drowning in my own bed Locked up in my own head Waiting on a color besides this gray Secret places And the ragged faces Find me in the mirror every time A faded city Used to shine so pretty Now she's just a broken highway sign And I'm Staring at the TV Like something's gonna reach me Like someone's gonna turn and call my name Drowning in my own bed Locked up in my own head Waiting on a color besides this gray And I can feel the fire Dancing on a wire But honey I can see the long way down Screaming at the TV Like can't somebody see me Spend another day in lost and found