STREET PHONE Lyrics

Even when it's stupid

Even when I lose it

You make the pretty things last

And the bad things laugh

Even though I blew it

Even though I'm foolish

You still call me right back

And still look at me like that

With your vintage smile

Your classic style

Don't waste your time

You're way too fine, but

You still dropped a dime on me

Called through that time machine all alone

Through that old street phone

That cab of misery

Three stops 'till it hits me all alone

Past that old street phone

Even when it's distance

Every time I miss it

You send doves and rainbows

Through that old school phone

I'll see you later at Christmas

After school gets finished

And we'll wind the clocks back

To when you looked at me like that

With your vintage smile

Your classic style

Don't waste your time

You're way too fine, but

You still dropped a dime on me

Called through that time machine all alone

Through that old street phone

That cab of misery

Three stops 'till it hits me all alone

Past that old street phone

And you hit my line and said

Are you open all night?

The single sofa's alright

And then it's over, just one time

And you hit my line and said

Are you open all night?

The single sofa's alright

And then it's over, just one time

You still dropped a dime on me

Called through that time machine all alone

Through that old street phone

That cab of misery

Three stops 'till it hits me all alone

Past that old street phone