Lyrics:

A piece of string
Holding everything together
Unraveling
About to give way

A silver sphere
A bearing scarred
There's a wheel somewhere
About to lose control

I wanna hear my voice
In the din
I wanna hold your hand
Touch your skin
Wilson Boulevard
Camera 1-A

The kettle boils and overflows
Paint the prison walls pink
The flood gates are opening
An ivory tower sinks

I wanna hear my voice
In the din
I wanna hold your hand
Touch your skin
Wilson Boulevard
Camera 1A
I wanna hear my voice
In the din
I wanna hold your hand
Touch your skin
Wilson Boulevard
Camera 1A