text: Theres a television
  Theres a television speaking to me
  Theres a French girl
  On my television
  Shes crying in the palm of my hand
  In moving metal
  I read the paper, or just the photos
  I rip one out with my hand
  Theres a massacre
  Across the o-, across the o-
  Across the ocean
  I can see it in the palm of my hands
  Me hundo cada vez más hondo
  Below the ground floor
  Were losing signal, weve lost connection
  I left her dying, she was still crying
  And now shes lying in my head
  Above the third rail, shrapnel flying
  Next doors wobbling
  But Im riding to the end
  What am I good for? 
  Ive got no signal
  Abandoned to the voice in my head
  I phone my ex
  I phone my ex
  I phone my ex
  I phone my ex
  I phone my ex
  I phone my ex
  I-
  I phone my ex
  I phone my ex
  I phone my ex
  I phone my ex
  I phone my ex
  I phone my ex
  I-