Lyrics
Oh, oh, oh, oh
Oh, oh, oh
Oh, oh, oh
Oh, oh
Day one, line two, found three cassettes of you
Explaining what to do if they were found
Your distant voice recalls the best of you
The years obsessed with you in sequined sound
Tapping a full screen on a six string, let me memorize it
Stand in the doorway of a gatefold, not criticize it
Frequency pulse wave in a sawtooth, rhythm can't disguise it
Fidgety digit position the tone
You and I alone
Talking on the phone
Something in your voice
Leaves me with no choice
I placed them in a box below a stream
Revealed it in a dream, did it get through?
Trigger a tritone on a twelve track when you synthesize it
Channel a force nine through a stage door just to civilize it
Flipping a cartwheel in a show home as they analyze it
Hiding a mystery under a stone
You and I alone
Talking on the phone
Something in your tone
Memories unknown
Ghost box, house arrest, strange fruit, infinite jest
Black dice, candy corn, hyper at the gates of dawn
Third policeman, prince parade, educating marmalade
Whirl in echo, cord in spark, Leland Palmer in the dark
You and I alone
Talking on the phone
You and I alone
Talking on the phone
Oh, oh, oh, oh
Oh, oh, oh
Oh, oh, oh
Oh, oh