Wrong to say that I am giving up
Right to say that I ain't showing up
I've got pictures at my home and doors that transform me alone
Sunny days should leave a message on my phone
I don't think I'm gonna miss you much
For I've got dials and k***s soft to the touch
All your lectures will become converted into static hum
Sunny days should leave a message on my phone
Oh, to sleep per chance to dream
To live again those joyous scenes
The laughter and the follies that
Are locked away inside my head
Right to say that I ain't showing up
I've got pictures at my home and doors that transform me alone
Sunny days should leave a message on my phone
I don't think I'm gonna miss you much
For I've got dials and k***s soft to the touch
All your lectures will become converted into static hum
Sunny days should leave a message on my phone
Oh, to sleep per chance to dream
To live again those joyous scenes
The laughter and the follies that
Are locked away inside my head