The Telephone

Before a word was said
Before the dialing tone
Before the line went dead
Before you found the phone
And after all this time
You find it hard to speak
When words are hard to find
It makes you sound so weak
Weak
Unless you call that number again
You’ll never hear him speak
And if you call him up tomorrow
We can talk today
I know you’ll never say sorry
Till he walks away
And all the things he said
And all the things you heard
Are running round your head
Every single word
And after all those days
Before you made that call
He knew a thousand ways
To make you feel that small
Small
And if you never really give up
Then you wouldn’t care at all
So after all this time
We find it hard to speak
When words are hard to find
It makes you sound so weak
Weak
Until he walks away