Phonebooks are Dead - Kitty Wu

Listening by the door

I thought I heard a sound

It wasn’t anyone I know

Your impatient jets

Are taking to the sky

They don’t queue for any show

Phonebooks are dead

No one ever reads them

Pages are lost

And I never got your number

Flowers in the stairwell

Nothing on the table

Fire in the cabinet

Numbers vague and useless

Alphabet is wrong

Filling in the blanks instead

Phonebooks are dead

No one ever reads them

Pages are lost

And I never got your number

Tapeless reels are left recording

Their own noises in the morning

Ask me anything

And I will answer every question

With a maybe

Phonebooks are dead

No one ever reads them

Pages are lost

And I never got your number