Answer Machine - Lysistrata

You just went out, for a pack of cigarettes

But it’s 2 a.

m and your answer machine is boring me

Blue and red lights, repaint the kitchen walls

And, who is this who turns up at our door

It’s not you.

It’s not you.

Why isn’t you?

Hey?

Why isn’t you?

So all of a sudden my head it fills up

With the first day we met at that first day of school

And that glitter in your eyes, and that smile, oh that smile

And that love of the world taking over our hearts

And now I’m knelt down my face on the ground, my tears overflow

From the cracks in the floor-boards beneath me

Why isn’t it you?

Why wasn’t it you?

I think about you all the time.

I think about you all the time

Where are you?

I also hope you think about me

Where is she?

Where is she?

I’ve got my head stuck under the sheets

Please call me

I’ve got my head stuck under the sheets

Please call me

I feel my hand upon your face

Our bodies touch we’re both in space

But when I think about those days

My tears they fall but it’s okay