Caroline

Caroline has a dime, she tries to call a 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