the phone doesn’t ring

I know it’s not funny or clever

The gift of a short forever

Oh a box of tissues, a tissue of lies

To wipe salty water that I put in your eyes.

I put in your eyes.

So call, just call.

Drinking wine from a broken cup,

Listen to Townes and cheer myself up.

Look at the glass, stare at the ice,

Maybe ring Hank and get some advice.

Get some advice.

So call, just call.

If I don’t hear a thing

And the telegram boy don’t sing

And if the phone doesn’t ring,

I’ll know it’s you.

Call on some fancy dan telephone,

Call me when you get on your own.

But call, just call.

Call from a broken box in the hall.

But call, just call.

If I don’t hear a thing

And the telegram boy don’t sing

And if the phone doesn’t ring,

I’ll know it’s you.

I know it’s not funny or clever

The gift of a short forever

Oh a box of tissues, a tissue of lies

To wipe salty water that I put in your eyes.

You put in my eyes.

If I don’t hear a thing

And the telegram boy don’t sing

And if the phone doesn’t ring,

I’ll know it’s you.

And if the phone doesn’t ring,

I’ll know it’s you.

(lyrics by Vin Murtagh ©2011)