Telephone . Lyrics

Telephone line goes underground and the

Telephone line goes underground and the

Telephone line goes underground and it

No it never makes a sound, a sound, a sound

I was making love to a memory

Though I could not see her I thought perhaps she might see me

Now I'm waving goodbye to her glassy stare

And I am over here and she is over there

But it carries those sound from me to you

Over the mountains and under the deep blue sea

Carries these sounds from you to me

And it helps you hear me and it helps me see me

Telephone line goes underground and the

Telephone line goes underground and the

Telephone line goes underground and it

And it goes from town, to town, to town

Secret sigh slips out unobserved

FBI spy guy hears it, shunts it to headquarters

But no hidden message there, it means what it says

I hear it, I respond, and I can soothe your worried head

From each town each dialect preserved and the

Unwritten law of unspoken goes unheard

From each place miasmic interface still pounds

While love and hate and death and life transformed to sound

And the telephone line goes underground and the

Telephone line goes underground and the

Telephone line goes underground and it

No it never makes a sound, a sound, a sound, a sound

And when I told her that I loved her

She did not say - will you be mine?

Perhaps cause I was in 617 and she was in 319

Perhaps she could not hear me clearly

My voice was slurred from too much wine

Perhaps did not clearly hear me

My voice was slurred from too much crying

But when I tell you that I love you

Digitize me, send me down the line

No more un-spokens, no more mistrust coiled serpentine

Like ashes to ashes they are blown away

Like dust to dust they are blown away

Like ashes from your cigarette, they are blown away

Smoke in your mouth is blown away

Blown away. Blown away. Blown away. Blown away