Vision of heaven   Walking up here   On my own   Telegenic   Windswept day   Desolate      Left my white converse on the cold sand   Threw my mobile phone into the sea   I cannot be called or reached      Vision of heaven   No-one around for miles      Cut the wires and the cables   That run under the sea   The walls are white, the rooms are cruel   In the house where I worry   These days I just want to be alone   These days I just want to be alone      I cannot remember   The Lord's Prayer   I cannot remember   Oh but I don't care   I cannot recall   My best friend's face   Blurs and outlines   Eternal fall      Cut the wires…      Cut the wires…