Fourteen floors high And I've lost my tongue All I want is yesterday And today has just begun Newsprint and loose change In the ashtray that's my heart This chain could stretch for evermore Without an end without a start Still this sickness lingers on Sweat soaked dreams and I'm falling apart Though I've looked a thousand times Nothing human comes to mind Fourteen floors high And I've lost my tongue All I want is yesterday And today has just begun Newsprint and loose change In the ashtray that's my heart This chain could stretch for evermore Without an end without a start Feels like psychosis closing in When all the world inspires is fright No sense of freedom just denial Why limit dreams to black and white