Telephone - The Districts

Ring ring, the telephone I will sing

Songs on receiver, just dying to hear you speak

When I’m gone you’ll fade

Too long

Speak speak, soft and sweet

Love me in whispers

Lonely ears of mine aching on

Southern sky grows cold at night

And I ain’t gonna see you baby for some time

Dust settles down, dusky haze of a cloud

Moon’s still floating like a memory

Lover at loss, they tore down the cross

Found you resurrecting, catching coins we toss

This ain’t meant to be, as far as I see

Sometimes great ascending

Never looked like they could be

If I die in my sleep, at least I’d die peacefully

If we die tomorrow, at least we’d die happily

Because this worlds gonna dolly as I watch it all fade from me

And this whole world’s seems to dolly on

Dolly dolly, compared to you and me

Southern sky, grows cold at night

And I ain’t gonna see you baby for some time

Dust settles down, dusky haze of a cloud

Moon’s still flowing like a memory

Lover at loss, tore down the cross

Found you resurrecting, catching coins we tossed

This ain’t meant to be, as far as I see

This ain’t meant to be, as far as I see

(instrumental)

This ain’t meant to be, as far as I see

No this ain’t meant to be, as far as I see

Dust settles down, dusky haze of a cloud

The moon’s still floating like a memory

Lover at loss, they tore down the cross

Found you resurrecting, catching coins we tossed

This ain’t meant to be, as far as I see

No this ain’t meant to be, as far as I see