I Could Hear the Telephone (3 Floors Above Me) Lyrics

All the night the wind ruined up the pumpkin patch
and all that day old tennis balls all silk clued their catchesand I was in a sleeping back on the hall floor of the Patterson's
and I could hear the telephone three floors above me
I could hear the telephone three floors above meCaroline on the telephone
a sugar so tanned in the sun
the look on her face is pricelesson the hall floor of the Patterson's not sleeping in a sleeping back
and I could hear the telephone three floors above me
I could hear the telephone three floors above meCaroline on the telephone
a sugar so tanned in the sun
startling the cat with a struck match
the phone pressed tight against her ear like a sea shell
cigar smoke shadow on a blood ripped wall
lipstick stains and the telephone callsand I was in a sleeping back at the Patterson's in the hall
and I could hear the telephone three floors above me
I could hear the telephone three floors above me
I could hear the telephone three floors above me
I could hear the telephone three floors above me
I could hear the telephone three floors above me