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
