Denied - Our Lady Peace

the telephone is ringing, disconnect the

line

the tension is building but I’m alright

the stars are colliding, so you might as

well let me go

the television is burning because I set it

on fire

the wheels they keep turning, but i’m fine

what about the questions we have locked

up inside

somewhere, somehow

we’ve been denied

hand in hand we walk behind pretending,

defending while our souls are tied

It’s only the third hour, my conscience

subsides

But something reminds me that you lied

What about the consequences?

This can’t be right