[rotary dial]
as you once said, it is easy to hide your shame on the telephone wires. but I dialed you recently and the recording of a woman’s voice told me that your number no longer exists, and that “I’m sorry, it’s not my fault.”
well, those corrections on directions didn’t help too much. I was lost, traveling down all ways of this maze, trying to reach you on the other side of the silhouette of a door.
behind me are the hallways of always… and although the lights are fading, I can still see through the key hole - into the forever of never. and no chance of being found what-so-ever.
well, those corrections on directions didn’t help too much. I was lost, traveling down all ways of this maze, trying to reach you on the other side of the silhouette of a door.
behind me are the hallways of always… and although the lights are fading, I can still see through the key hole - into the forever of never. and no chance of being found what-so-ever.