So many things left to regret, piling up day by day. 

Sink our souls into the ground, so we don’t go anywhere. 

Apart like different planets, set in stone. 

I’ll wave down to earth. I’ll try to get through, while the telephone is engaged. Telepathy has let me down. 

Opening my mind to interpret the message.

Come on Telepathy, work for me now.

Everything’s racing, running to the next thought. 

I don’t know, because our souls are buried in the ground, set in stone on different planets.