White telephone
Pick up the receiver
Wait for the tone

Wait for the tone
It's droning
There's no one on the line

It's droning
There's no one on the line


The rotary
Finger into the hole
Pull back

Let go
Pull back
Let go

It's ringing
No one answering
It's ringing

There's no one answering

All our words go into the wire

Just like a ghost
Just like a ghost
It's fleeting like light from a room

Into darkness from an empty room
I'm fleeting like light in a room
Into darkness crawling after you