Telecom

There, there is no wrong
There is no right
Just a man on the telephone
In love or in a fight

Some. Sometimes you want
Sometimes you need
But you don’t really care about the things you do to me

I spent such a long time wondering what my two hands were for
Then suddenly it came to me
I need them when you push me to the floor
And I don’t want to take up all of your time
But then I always do anyway
And I don’t want to live like that again
But then I always do

Now, now you can say
I’m not okay but I don’t really get along with people anyway

She, she is my air
She is my wine
Even though I let it come to this
Everything is fine

I spent such a long time wondering what my two hands were for
Then suddenly it came to me
I need them when you push me to the floor
And I don’t want to take up all of your time
But then I always do anyway
And I don’t want to live like that again
But then I always do
Baby, save me.

This conversation’s waiting
Baby, save me.
This conversation’s waiting
Baby, save me.
This conversation’s waiting
Baby, save me.
This conversation’s waiting

There, there is no wrong
There is no right
Just a man on the telephone
In love or in a fight
Some. Sometimes you want
Sometimes you need
But you don’t really care about the things you do to me

Now, now you can say
I’m not okay but I don’t really get along with people anyway
She, she takes my air
She takes my wine
Even though I let it come to this
Everything is fine