When I’m all alone, nothing is real  I pick up the phone, it looks like a meal  A symphony cries all through the night  They grumble and swim and beg me not to come in  Lazy spin  My lover has gone, gone to the fields   To fight in a war she’ll never reveal  When evening comes, ghosts do arrive  They stay for a gin, but then ask for a ride     Economy flows up with the tide  Without any soul, it keeps us in line  I’m starting to build a warehouse of lies  I’m selling ‘em cheap, but you can’t come inside  The door's too tight  Schopenhauer is climbing up a tree  There’s somethin’ outside he wants me to see  But Whitman is here, guarding the door  His lager is old, but it’s better than yours     Oh ruby eyes, what’s on your mind   No suicide  Let’s see the sights, you can have all mine  I don’t wanna die     Oh ruby eyes, what’s on your mind   No suicide  Let’s see the sights, you can have what’s mine  I don’t wanna die     Plato was right, I’m loving this cave  Dancing along in the shadowy shade  When I’m all alone, nothing is real  The window is nice but it should probably be steel    these lyrics are submitted by trishofalltrades