Cans on a string

Sound pours like a waterfall, through my open window
Trees sway in a gentle breeze, distant water flows
Two o'clock in the dead of night, everybody's sleeping
Take a drag on my cigarette, inhale this lonely feeling

I reach out a hand to you
D'you reach back for mine?

Weeks and days pass me by, still I hear nothing of you
The revolution of the world, still I stare at this view
A pile of letters in my hand, fractured communication
Broken thoughts drift around, ask myself the question

Are we connected?
Are we connected?
Are we connected?
Do you hear anything?
We're like cans on a string
Do you hear my heart?
Do you hear my heart?
Do you hear my heart when it calls your name?
Do you hear me when I whisper the same?

Warm sun peels away the night, a sense of belonging
In the light I become aware, of my deepest longing
Turn again to the words I hold, and the letters read
Thoughts revolve and turn around, remember what you said

We are connected
We are connected
We are connected
Do you hear anything?
We're like cans on a string
Do you hear my heart?
Do you hear my heart?
Do you hear my heart, when it calls your name?
Do you hear me when I whisper the same?

We are connected
We are connected
We are connected
Do you hear anything?
We're like cans on a string
Do you hear my heart?
Do you hear my heart?
Do you hear my heart, when it calls your name?
Do you hear me when I whisper the same?