Testo Stay On The Phone The New Amsterdams
Roll of dimes
Speak of this sick surrounding sin
Tears me from limb to limb, within
I donæ° know how to let it go
This far away from home
One word was mistaken
Context that it was taken from
Write it down
Must be sound
Must be true
I hope you can hear me
My only sanctuary asks
Why am I here?
Why arenæ° I home?
As the line builds for the phone
I want it all
Work to a fault
That breaks us in two
And always at play
The end of the day
Iæ¦ alone and so are you
Old stories
Gas stations
Repeating conversations
Still, I canæ° speak long
The show has to go on
At best I, might question
The focus of my attention
Though, you know that I could bring it down
I want it all
Work to a fault
That breaks us in two
And always at play
The end of the day
Iæ¦ alone and so are you
One waitress, invading
But Iæ¦ content to make her wait
Itæ¯ all I have
So far from home
Oh please stay on the phone