Finished on the telephone Didn't think I'd last this long Worried my future's untold Coming up, it's coming on It's coming on
Pretty pictures in my mind Close the old venetian blinds If they come around again Don't let paulie let them in Never let 'em in (Yeah)
Nothing is forever, it's a matter of time Problems seem to multiply Naturally, it's better when there's no reason why The reasons stand, the questions liquefy
Finally we're back on track Trace your finger down her back If you're down and can't come up Fill her old forgotten cup
So slowly Are you feeling lonely Slowly shrink away
