[The Outer Limits] [ Verse 1 ] Eleven-year-old Leo sits upon the parlor rug Inside the corner house where the autumn air is snug The cathode tube is flickering as daylight starts to fade He’s waiting for the signal and the choices to be made [ Pre-Chorus 1 ] The static starts to hum a heavy, deep vibration Drawing every heartbeat into cold fixation [ Chorus 1 ] The walls we build are thinner than we ever dared to know When shadows start to flicker in the silver, ghostly glow We’re hanging by a thread inside a world we thought was ours Watching as the darkness falls between the distant stars [ Verse 2 ] A black and white vortex starts to bloom across the screen Showing hidden things that were never meant to be seen A man begins to listen to the whispers of the flies Searching for the secrets underneath the hollow skies [ Pre-Chorus 2 ] The parlor air is turning to a strange and heavy gray As everything familiar starts to drift and slip away [ Chorus 2 ] The mystery is calling through the pulsing of the wire Setting every quiet thought and steady pulse on fire The safety of the ceiling is a lie that we believe Bound to all the wonders that the lonely spirits weave [Instrumental Break - Synthesizer Lead Solo] [ Bridge ] There is nothing wrong with your television set. Do not attempt to adjust the picture. We are controlling transmission through the mist and sighs Where monsters walk with heavy hearts and tragic human eyes [ Verse 3 ] The mantel clock is ticking like a gear on some machine A countdown to a future that is cold and sharp and lean The shadows in the corner stretch across the wooden floor They’re opening the lock upon a terrifying door [ Pre-Chorus 3 ] The grip begins to loosen as the credits start to roll He’s left with all the weight that’s pressing heavy on his soul [ Final Chorus ] We’re only tiny signals in a vast and endless sea Just trying to define the things that we are meant to be The boundary is broken and the truth is finally clear There’s beauty in the terror and there’s comfort in the fear [ Outro ] The swirling storm is over and the living room is still The Ohio night is quiet on the crest of every hill We now return control of your television set to you... until next week. A message for the bold and for the ones who dare to seek
