the phones are dead
because they´ve rested their heads on you
and the cobbled streets and the snow
you know you sing
sing the sunset into shape
and hear the silence follow
If you go blind
you´ll find me waiting in the corner of your eye
and I´d wait for all of this life
as I know it
the phones are dead
a failing voice
a thousand nights
but never a night like this
and no way to show it
because they´ve rested their heads on you
and the cobbled streets and the snow
you know you sing
sing the sunset into shape
and hear the silence follow
If you go blind
you´ll find me waiting in the corner of your eye
and I´d wait for all of this life
as I know it
the phones are dead
a failing voice
a thousand nights
but never a night like this
and no way to show it