From the album Postcard Saturdays

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Lyrics

Staring at the Telephone

You said I’m brilliant
You said I’m lovely
You said you’re always thinkin’ of me
You said you’re tired
You wanna settle down
You’re tired of chasin’ the past around
Still I’m starin’ at the telephone
I’m landlocked and anchored to a line of tears
and woe, woe, woe

Tell me when we met, babe, cuz I don’t know
Hold on now that’s not true, that’s a lie for sure
I’m glarin’ at the telephone
I am drowning in a sea of tears
and woe, woe, woe

If you want me, baby, I don’t know
If you want me, that’s a hell of a way to show

I feel faint and just shy of checkin’ out
Can’t eat or think or laugh or breathe with ease
when you ain’t about
I’m pissed at the telephone
I am cuffed and bound in a twine of tears
and woe, woe, woe

I am tired as well and wanna settle down
But I’m sick and had it with chasin’ you around

I’m soaking in desire of a memory
And choke-chokin’ back on a sigh
that’s laced in ecstasy
I’m starin’ at the telephone
I’m landlocked and cnchored to a line of tears
and woe, woe, woe

If you want me, baby, I don’t know
If you want me, that’s a hell of a way to show
If I’ll wait for you, babe, I don’t know
If I’ll wait for you, babe, I don’t know...