The Telephone Is Empty

The telephone is empty



And now I realize the time



Good music, it's a pure form



A pure form of sympathy



And if you break my system



I'll burn you down



This music, it's a pure form



A pure form for sympathy



But I'm so scared of driving



Down same old lonely roads



Drinking to see for a moment



Drinking to forget things



Drinking to forget and remember nothing



Drinking and driving let's catch another plane



Flame



The telephone, it's empty



And now I realize the time



The telephone, it's empty



And now I realize the time