Lyrics

Looking through the glass from the side of my bed The day is already half spent Wondering if you'll ever call my phone Like way back when we have been Receiving memories from a broken line Dialing frequencies passing through my mind So pick up and call your very own Endless dialtone To hold on (to hold on) (One, two, three, four) Looking through the glass from the side of my head I've never felt so restless So maybe it's time to put down the phone And say goodnight, good byе (Woah-oh, woah-oh)