I used to hate the telephone escaped from calling or picking up With headphones in the stereo repeating all the same Now this broken stereo gathers dust, will turn to dust Playing old toy pianos regardless of the mate Keeps silence, keeps silence trained me to wait for you to call me back 1,2,3 to count the ring and blinks they told me I’m not going to grow up enough to count up just in time Ran out of words minutes ago No, they must have dropped from my mouth or long nose of an elephant And I keep silence with impatience nevertheless no one else waits me coming back I used to wait for you to call til night say ‘call it a day’ Keeping waving to the stars they’re signing nothing I keep silence hold my breath with patience to wait for you to call me back