Help

Fear is pumping from the speakers, I can feel it in my shoes Standing on the coffee table makes me the living room king Drifting conversation pass the windows in the first waves of fall Ice, the rest of the world goes on without me This is no test This is not a dream Our roof, one bed H-E-L-P You can take these transmitting lines and keep them for yourself Had to write a whole song just to spell the word "help" Do you see us from up above? The search is on the ground Speaking to the sky About some broken crystals Better on the roof, telling me, telling you The spotlight shines The trembling rings Our roof, one bed H-E-L-P These homes, the streets These phones, a field These walls of the saints These window scenes These cold, soft glimpse This round for the This is no test This is not a dream Our roof, one bed H-E-L-P This is no test This is not a dream Our roof, one bed H-E-L-P