When The Lines Go Down Songtext / Lyric

Trees sent communiques to bed

Fingerprints found tampering, fiberoptic brambling

Instant messages sent to your bed

Pillowcase up in the trees

Press your face up in the trees

Press your face up in the pines

Text your message through the vines

Press your face up in the pines

Born without any anytime minutes to lose

This wood is deep and I'm not dead

Deep in the thicket, I'm not dead

Service continues, I'm not dead

Continues, I'm not dead

We can stay in touch today

We can stay in touch this way so we can stay and touch