Telecom

There, there is no wrong

There is no right

Just a man on the 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

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

But then I always do anyway

And I don't want to live like that again

But then I always do

Now, now you can say

I'm 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

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

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

But then I always do anyway

And I don't want to live like that again

But then I always do

Baby, save me.

This conversation's waiting

Baby, save me.

This conversation's waiting

Baby, save me.

This conversation's waiting

Baby, save me.

This conversation's waiting

There, there is no wrong

There is no right

Just a man on the 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

Now, now you can say

I'm not okay but I don't really get along with people anyway

She, she takes my air

She takes my wine

Even though I let it come to this

Everything is fine