Planes were crashing
In the sinking sands
Leave a message in the black box for the undiscovered land
It lies outside
Of the free hand
Some answers came back in the black box helping me to understand
How life became an endless stream of woe-be-gone's
My lover's words had all become emoticons
Citizen's advice was run by cold Cylon's, always asking
What side? (What side?)
Whose side? (Whose sidе?)
What side? (What side?)
Are you on?
What sidе? (What side?)
Whose side? (Whose side?)
What side? (What side?)
Are you on?
'Cause the rules say you can't sleep
Sittin' on the fence that way
'Cause it's cheap, cheap, cheap, cheap, cheap
They repossess my soul today
She was talking (She's talking, talking, talking, talking)
To the repo man
Explaining what the black box means to her, he might understand
And never satisfied
Like Coltrane
Talking to the folk on the sinking sand on the ghost plane
(And they were saying)
What side? (What side?)
Whose side? (Whose side?)
What side? (What side?)
Are you on?
What side? (What side?)
Whose side? (Whose side?)
What side? (What side?)
Are you on?
'Cause the rules say you can't sleep
Sittin' on the fence that way
'Cause it's cheap, cheap, cheap, cheap, cheap
They repossess my soul today
Box
Black box
Black box
Black box
(Black box)
(Black box)
(Black box)
