كلمات Met By Silence

I'm just a man sending telegrams I'm shouting down from space Screams are met by silence How can I wake this sleeping face I'm taken by this sensation To some foreign, foreign destination Where time stands still Nothing seems real And I'm not quite sure what I really feel Where time stands still Nothing seems real And I'm not quite sure what I really feel It's all a matter of luck and timing Where we end up on this road Be careful of what you wish for Once you get it you might explode I'm taken by this sensation To some foreign, foreign destination Where time stands still Nothing seems real And I'm not quite sure what I really feel Where time stands still Nothing seems real And I'm not quite sure what I really feel What I really feel What I really feel Where time stands still Nothing seems real And I'm not quite sure what I really feel Where time stands still Nothing seems real And I'm not quite sure what I really feel What I really feel What I really feel