The Telephone is Empty

The telephone is empty And now I realize the time Good music, it's a pure form A pure form of sympathy And if you break my system I'll burn you down This music, it's a pure form A pure form for sympathy But I'm so scared of driving Down same old lonely roads Drinking to see for a moment Drinking to forget things Drinking to forget and remember nothing Drinking and driving let's catch another plane Flame The telephone, it's empty And now I realize the time The telephone, it's empty And now I realize the time