The Telephone Is Empty

The telephone is empty

And now I realize the timeGood music, it's a pure form

A pure form of sympathy

And if you break my system

I'll burn you downThis music, it's a pure form

A pure form for sympathy

But I'm so scared of driving

Down same old lonely roadsDrinking to see for a moment

Drinking to forget things

Drinking to forget and remember nothing

Drinking and driving let's catch another plane

FlameThe telephone, it's empty

And now I realize the timeThe telephone, it's empty

And now I realize the time