Caroline has a dime.
She tries to call her friend now.
But none of her calls are getting through.
She lives in a room alone.
Her best friend's her imagination.
She has dreams instead of moments now.
Caroline on the line,
never getting through.
She's getting tired of reaching out.
Every day the same display.
The world caught in her eyes.
Caroline always seems to cry.
She has a window there.
It looks into a world of terror.
The glass is several miles thick.
Her sleep is dangerous.
It keeps her mind from her body.
And now she never wants to wake.
Caroline on the line,
never getting through.
She's getting tired of reaching out.
Every day the same display.
The world caught in her eyes.
Caroline always seems to cry.
She tries to call her friend now.
But none of her calls are getting through.
She lives in a room alone.
Her best friend's her imagination.
She has dreams instead of moments now.
Caroline on the line,
never getting through.
She's getting tired of reaching out.
Every day the same display.
The world caught in her eyes.
Caroline always seems to cry.
She has a window there.
It looks into a world of terror.
The glass is several miles thick.
Her sleep is dangerous.
It keeps her mind from her body.
And now she never wants to wake.
Caroline on the line,
never getting through.
She's getting tired of reaching out.
Every day the same display.
The world caught in her eyes.
Caroline always seems to cry.