He calls her princess, she likes pretty things
and she sounds like a choir of angels when she sings
she dances like a doll without any strings
but when he gives her a call, her telephone rings
She gives no answer, no answer, no answer this time
that made him down when she’d made up her mind
Maybe she needs more time
But when he was with her his pain was gone
he felt like everything was alright and nothing was wrong
he asked her “by the way, hey what’s going on?”
she casually turned away and let out a yawn
And gave no answer, no answer, no answer this time
It grows like a cancer that’s eating his mind
is this just a waste of time?
She was the queen of the theatre, the star of the stage
She feed you the lines, boy your getting straight played
you can’t block this scene out of your mind
cause every time
she gives no answer, no answer, no answer this time
That made him down when she’d made up her mind
no answer, no answer, no answer again
that pulled him down like a runaway train
It’s time to stop feeling pain
the years rolled by like years often do
then one day she gave him a call, right out of the blue
she asked him how he’d been
he said “just fine”
She said “i’ve been wondering if you’d give one more try?”
He said “no”
She'd just run out of time