Alone

Sound of her soul,

She has sound in her soul,

She writhes for her heart,

In a foreign land of confusion.

Way above the earth, way above the crowd, Way past you.

Somebody's inside, Body's alive, Body is blind to you.

Love is dead, I said her love is dead,

And her siren red lights take the lonely ones,

And her siren red lights take the lonely ones