I'll call at the last stage door
Sore throats and swords drawn
I can't see the picture and what's more
I like to think that I know the past
But the cup's been spilled and
I can't get it back anymore
Ohhh
I'm an operator
Who can't connect the lines
'Cause I'm stuck in the middle
Chasing voices but
Static's on my mind
But I know you wander through
Foreign fields
And past the phone lines
'Cause to sit and imitate connect
Has left you alone
On the phone
But I hear something in the undertone
After the beep
When the light in your room
goes dark
And your friends don't differentiate
From the strangers that they replace
But it's a click on the call
I'll lie on the phone
It's a mental battle 'tween
Me and the dial tone
Ohhh
But I'm no operator
I can't ignore the signs
When your caught in desperation
Oh I'm chasing ghosts
They're wasting all my time
But I know you wander through
Foreign fields
And past the phone lines
'Cause to sit and imitate connect
Has left you alone
On the phone
But I hear something in the undertone
After the beep
Ohhh
But I know you (can you hear me?) wander through
Foreign fields (can you reach me?)
And past the phone lines
(where are you walking now?)
'Cause to sit and imitate (now I'm sitting) connect
Has left you alone (has left me)
On the phone
(Alone on the phone, alone on the phone,
alone on the phone, alone on the phone)
But I hear something in the undertone
After the beep