Where are you calling from?
Stay on the line
Making calls
Across the world
To hear recorded messages
In foreign languages
Connect the dots while peering around and
Line the path that I made
I'll stay put now, just for a minute
To catch my breath and then I'm gone
On the grid, but so far away
Disconnected 'til it's not
And the next point in the distance
Takes a whistle to arrive
Captain Crunch keeps me awake all night
Dialing my troubles away
Up on a tandem
Stacking long-line trunks
'Til I could kill a city
I could kill a city
It's entertainment
There is no malice
Unspecific
Happy and free without a care
Blind kids of love my belle
They don't hate her
They just want her to be perfect, to be perfect
