Transatlantic Lyrics

My fingertips are blackened
from trying to write on my cold tongue
which only tries to talk to you now
which only listens to my chest now
you wrap your skin in silk and leather
and try to hide it from the hurt
which runs through all the telephone lines
which he keeps hissing just for you
and I haven't said the wrong things to you
but I'm not the one you want to hear them from
please just stop this dance
'cause it is old and it is painful
and yet they all call it romance
so please just realize
he's trying to sell you lies in ones and zeroes
just to pass the time
the snow is dying on my window
the coffee's steaming though it's old
I would have talked and you'd have listenend
the only trouble is you're not here
the planes are made of steel and fortune
they cut through s***e and sleep and time
and he could be on anyone of them
but then again he thinks you know
and I haven't said the wrong things to you
but I'm not the one you want to hear them from
please just stop this dance
'cause it is old and it is painful
and yet they all call it romance
so please just realize
he's trying to sell you lies in ones and zeroes
just to pass the time