Текст песни New Amsterdams, The - Stay On The Phone
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One waitressOutside of, Phone booth, South CarolinaSits, keeps killing timeRolls her eyesRoll of dimesSpeak of this sick surrounding sinTears me from limb to limb, withinI don’t know how to let it goThis far away from homeOne word was mistakenContext that it was taken fromWrite it downMust be soundMust be trueI hope you can hear meMy only sanctuary asksWhy am I here?Why aren’t I home?As the line builds for the phoneI want it allWork to a faultThat breaks us in twoAnd always at playThe end of the dayI’m alone and so are youOld stories Gas stationsRepeating conversationsStill, I can’t speak longThe show has to go onAt best I, might questionThe focus of my attentionThough, you know that I could bring it downI want it allWork to a faultThat breaks us in twoAnd always at playThe end of the dayI’m alone and so are youOne waitress, invadingBut I’m content to make her waitIt’s all I haveSo far from homeOh please stay on the phone