Telephone By the Bed - John Doe

Trying to hold another different phrase

Wishing I told you what I could have

Flowers are waiting all around the stairs

I’m coming up while you’re coming down

And I wound up this hell on your?

I held your hand, now it’s hell, to hell and back

There’s a show for you in the next room

Take it alone, I miss you

There’s a telephone next to your bed

Let it ring, ring and ring

You were dreaming, you told me so

I touched your lips with my little fingertips

World is melting, we came from the chest

It’s not all about us, just who is left

There’s a show for you in the next room

Take it alone, I miss you

There’s a telephone next to your bed

Let it ring, ring and ring