Messages - Orchestral Manoeuvres In The Dark, Andy McCluskey, Paul Humphreys

It worries me this kind of thing

How you hope to live alone

And occupy your waking hours

We’re taking sides again

I just wept I couldn’t understand

Why you started this again

And everyday you send me more

It makes it worse is this a plan of yours

To ensure I don’t forget

I’d write and tell you that I’ve burnt them all

But you never send me your address and I’ve

I’ve kept them anyway

So don’t ask me if I think it’s true

That communications can bring hope

To those who have gone their separate ways

It hardly touched me when it should have then

But memories are uncertain friends

When recalled by messages

Coded messages

Poison letters