Telefonia

And when the dawn begins to creep, sunlight finds you in a heap, how you wish that you could sleep.
Forget the lies that you've been told, think you're settin' free your soul, but you're really gettin' old.
You've dreamt of divin' in the sea, outstretched arms in front of me, and how you wished that you could breathe.
In the grip of ecstasy, when the shadows follow me, and the night won't set me free...