Track byDuotang
Far from heart, but deep in mind We keep in touch from time to time Our clandestine Conversation time. I felt deflated, a little bit outdated. And I was thinking 'bout the simple times, So I thought I'd give you a call. Just to talk about the things we had I should've buried them years ago Now I'm caught between the new and old Something, somewhere, somehow has to give. I shouldn't feel anxious This once was common practice And if the past seems to haunt me now. God help me when I'm 64. Thinking hard about the things I had, Should've buried them years ago Now I'm caught between the new and old Something, somewhere, somehow has to give "I'm glad you called, everything's improved. And my boyfriend's new, and he's a poet, too!" You never talked about the things we had Must've buried them years ago But you recited all your boyfriend's poems, And I don't care about... And I remembered such a simple fact, I just can't stand the phone, It ties me up between the new and old, But something, somewhere, somehow has to give.