People walking in circles on the street
A thousand colors and faces that you'll meet
People singing for change
In their society
All their hopes and their visions
Are distortions of reality

Their lives are going nowhere
But no one really cares
They spend their life in their heads
They're supernatural golden bears
Telegraph is the center
Of love, and life, and misery
All your spirit is open
You'll feel the soul's machinery

Would you believe me if I told you that it's paradise?
Somewhere up in the clouds
Where everyone is really nice
Telegraph is a planet
In its own universe
You'll see that everything goes
For better or worse