Woorden: Wind Whistles (The). Window Sills. Communication's Dead.

I've made a thousand calls today, no one's calling me back
Telephones only work one way or not at all
Dissolving, disappearing, all my cares are gone
We're born alone, I fear the world is lonelier than me

If I left my heart at home, you'd call just to say you'll take my hand
But you know that's impossible because all communication's dead

I send a letter out today, wrote my address on the back
The cause of all this seemed to say 'don't ever give up'
Encrypt the answer just to hide what you're scared to divulge
I've solved the riddle just to find the answer's just another one

If I left my mind at home, you'd call just to say you'll take my head
But you know that's impossible because all communication's dead

Corruption's hominal, I'm not too bold to say that
Love must be seminal for us to solve our problems

If I left my heart at home, you'd call just to say you'll take my hand
But you know that's impossible because all communication's dead

(Thanks to Tom for these lyrics)