Desolate Times Lyrics

It gets so lonely in this hive

And in the evenings I just die

Your voice is bouncing off the walls

Is it enough to help me fall

Into better days

Is it only a sign

Of desolate times

That keep us parted

And if I traveled this telephone line

I don't know what I'd find

The mornings always feel so cold

Until you warm me through this phone

I couldn't paint you in my mind

Although I've tried a thousand times

But always come up blank

Is it only a sign

Of desolate times

That keep us parted

And if I traveled this telephone line

The summers in your eyes

Would be much more divine

Than glimpses in a dream

But should our paths collide

Beneath a summer sky

We'll find out what it means