Piece of string holding everything together   Unraveling, about to give way   A silver sphere, baring scar   There's a wheel somewhere about to lose control      I wanna hear my voice in the den   I wanna hold your hand, touch your skin   Wilson Boulevard   Camera 1-A      The kettle boils and overflows   They paint the prison walls pink   Flood gates are opening   The ivory tower sings      I wanna hear my voice in the den   I wanna hold your hand, touch your skin   Wilson Boulevard   Camera 1-A      I wanna hear my voice in the den   I wanna hold your hand, touch your skin   Wilson Boulevard   Camera 1-A