White Telephone

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