Where Are You Calling From? Lyrics - Dis/location - Seven Mary Three

Here beats the black heart of my rancor 

The speed of life dulls my nerve 

I beat no drum for anything anymore 

Might have more than I deserve 

The golden age of being amused 

Has turned into the modern life and times of being confused 

And I feel it too when I'm alone in my room waiting for that light to blink 

The little song I miss, there's a ghost that's singing 

I saw somebody jump a turnstile at the station 

He barely made the doors, took a seat next to a stranger 

I saw her eyes as she brushed his body passing in the aisle 

And I heard, "Where are you calling from tonight?" 

I don't dismiss it that I feel it 

To disappear in something loud 

A few new faces fill the spaces with a river of names 

And all the names just filter out 

This work can occupy my mind 

But it won't convince my body that I've been satisfied 

And I'm most alive and I'm most like myself in my dreams 

Your eyes connect the mis-remembered me 

With a ghost that's singing 

I saw somebody jump a turnstile at the station 

Barely made the doors, took a seat next to a stranger 

I saw her eyes as she brushed his body passing in the aisle 

And I said, "Where are you calling from tonight? 

Where are you calling from tonight? Where are you calling from tonight? 

When are we coming home?" 

When we coming home? 

When we coming home? 

When we coming home? 

Saw somebody jump a turnstile at the station 

Barely made the doors, took a seat next to a stranger 

Saw her eyes, she brushed his body passing in the aisle