Television lovers never cry When the scene is over they just wipe the pain away When they make you weary you can turn the volume down When it's all too scary you can watch another station Television lovers never lie All their lines are true as far as anyone expects Everyone can see they are not touched by what is real When they wash away the blood there is no wound behind it Television lovers never die Bridge: From the inside I'm electric living loving all the while Crying when the torment touches laughing, giving you my smile Then you change all my controls or turn me off and go to sleep Nothing I can scream will reach you, all my channels run too deep Still you miss the cuts and slashes, some of them were made by you Do you think I fake the ashes in my eyes? Are they lies? Some disguise? Would you be my television lover Would you learn to silence what you feel at my command I would like to be the televiewer for a while You can be the one to wait and I will change the stations Television lovers are such fun Each of us can be one if we really want to try We can be anonymous performers on a screen If we all can learn to wash our feelings off like greasepaint Television living has begun