The days go by and we are still here We still try to fill up your ears With the sound that comes from our soul We're still waiting for the magic phonecall That could take us far from here Help us feel what we cannot feel We're so frustrated Stuck in this hole We're still waiting fot the magic phonecall Phonecall... Phonecall... Just look around and say what you see All these people with their "reality" It takes patience and huge self-controll To be waiting fot the magic phonecall That could stop us from suffering In this town where winter is spring Will we stay trapped here until we get old... Waiting for the magic phonecall...