Lyrics Telephone By the Bed - John Doe

Telephone By the Bed

Trying to hold another different phrase
Wishing I told you what I could have
Flowers are waiting all around the stairs
I’m coming up while you’re coming down
And I wound up this hell on your?
I held your hand, now it’s hell, to hell and back
There’s a show for you in the next room
Take it alone, I miss you
There’s a telephone next to your bed
Let it ring, ring and ring
You were dreaming, you told me so
I touched your lips with my little fingertips
World is melting, we came from the chest
It’s not all about us, just who is left
There’s a show for you in the next room
Take it alone, I miss you
There’s a telephone next to your bed
Let it ring, ring and ring