the telephone rings I know it's you pick up the receiver to hear your voice speaking softly in my ear tell my things that I want to hear it's alright now it's ok I believe every word you say it's so clear now it's so right as we ride towards the end of the night
now it's not working faces confused like a letter on a postcard to little to late there's no other way to say it nothing else we can do tell me now...there's nothing to fear