Television lovers never cry

When the scene is over they just wipe the pain away

When they make you weary you can turn the volume down

When it's all too scary you can watch another station

Television lovers never lie

All their lines are true as far as anyone expects

Everyone can see they are not touched by what is real

When they wash away the blood there is no wound behind it

Television lovers never die



Bridge: From the inside I'm electric living loving all the while

Crying when the torment touches laughing, giving you my smile

Then you change all my controls or turn me off and go to sleep

Nothing I can scream will reach you, all my channels run too deep

Still you miss the cuts and slashes, some of them were made by you

Do you think I fake the ashes in my eyes?

Are they lies? Some disguise?



Would you be my television lover

Would you learn to silence what you feel at my command

I would like to be the televiewer for a while

You can be the one to wait and I will change the stations

Television lovers are such fun

Each of us can be one if we really want to try

We can be anonymous performers on a screen

If we all can learn to wash our feelings off like greasepaint

Television living has begun