Cellular

There's a television There's a television speaking to me There's a French girl On my television She's crying in the palm of my hand In moving mental I read the paper or just the photo I rip one out in my hand There's a massacre across the ocean I can see it in the palm of my hands Me hundo cada vez mas al fondo Below the ground floor I'm losing signal we've lost connection I left her dying she was still crying And now she's lying in my head Above the shrapnel flying Next door's wobbling But I'm riding to the end What am I good for I've got no signal Abandoned to the voice in my head I phone my ex I phone my ex I phone my ex I phone my ex I phone my ex I phone my ex I phone my ex I phone my ex I phone my ex I phone my ex