Telecom

There, there is no wrong there is no right

Just a man on a telephone, in love or in a fight

Some, sometimes you want sometimes you need

But you don't really care about, the things you do to me

I spent such a long time

Wondering what my two hands were for

Then suddenly it came to me

I need them when you push me to the floor

I don't want to take up all of your time

But then I always do anyway gain But then we always do

Now, now you can say I am not okay

But I don't really get along with people anyway

She, she is my air she is my wine

Even though I let it come to this everything is fine

Baby save me this conversation's waiting