Some go on, some stay behind
Some never move at all
Girl in amber trapped forever, goes stepping down the hall
Let no part of her go unremembered, clothes thrown across the floor
She shuts the bathroom door like a unicorn, unicorn

Phone, phone, the phone it rings, it rings, it rings no more
The song, the song, the song, the song it spins
The song it spins since nineteen eighty-four