Telephone - Iron Curtain

Empty streets

Crowded rooms

Silent parks

Wait for you

You were walking

I’d pursue

Moving faster

Can’t get you

On the telephone

Struggled hard

To forget

See you smokin

Cigarette

At a distance

Never phone

Line is busy

You’re at home

On the telephone

It’s so hard

When you’re waiting

For your luck to change

It’s so hard

When you’re waiting

For another day

I’m not sure

What I’d say

If we met

Face to face

Things are better

Not explained

After all

Dreams remain

On the telephone