Wires and Cords - The Microphones

Once in a while I wake up

I step all around the pieces on the floor,

Wires and cords, and records, and tapes

Left over from a party last night I had all by myself

Every single bit of it, left on a tape I made

And I’ll find it one day washed out in your bed

We"ll be holding hands with nothing in the air

We"ll have our own wires and cords, and I"ll hear what you say

Then you"ll hear me too, every single month that I spend with you

I"ll put on a tape to find one day and cut it into (*?)

And get some nice headphones

I walk around the town I live, listening to you

You me and about the way we used to fight

I’ll find a tape that I made of you and walk around listening to

Your voice in headphones and that will be the gem of our relationship

I’ll hear what you say

and you’ll hear me too