Lines Of Contact


Well I'm tired of running circles
When the phone still works both ways
In some open lines of contact
Maybe you'll come back someday

Every conversation drops off
And our voices sound so strained
With all syllables made awkward
Wearing out what hope remained

But there's reminders
Reminders of what used to be

We put on our blinders
How can you act like I don't see?
Act like I don't see

Every phone call I don't answer
Could be proof that you have tried
Though I can't forget the reasons
You can push the rest aside

Now it's half past any curfew
We could lift to set things straight
While some frantic busy signals
Won't recede to leave your name

But there's reminders
Reminders of what used to be

We put on our blinders
How can you act like I don't see?
Act like I don't see

As this message turns to static
There's some hope that it gets through
In these open lines of contact
I can't tell you what to do

In these open lines of contact
I can't tell you what to do

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