*bombarded by the phone in my own home*

quiet now in sleepy dreams
to me it seems the only time to be, just me
bombarded by the phone in my own home
can't get the space that i need, and how i need it

oh me, oh my,
oh me me me, oh my
oh when i look, when i look at my life
oh me, oh my
when i look at my life

crowded by the city all around me
need some silence from the loud
and noisy crowds
and i'm tyrin to catch a breath through the air of death
can't see the sun for the clouds
those dirty clouds

and the night has no compassion for yr actions
when yr tryin to get away
from the hard
and i need someone to talk to apart from you
but i guess that's just the way
come what may

god
are you there
are you out there

if so where are you hiding?
i'm having trouble in finding you