Telephone

Mocca - Telephone

It is cold, in this October rain

I go to turn on TV

Sit on the couch feeling blue

Wait till the phone starts too ring

I start to think you forgot

Just as you always do

I don’t want to hear your excuse bla..bla..bla

‘cause it all makes my day turn to gray

Feeling bored, it starts to haunt me again

I start to discover some clues

Wondering what you have done

Everything went really bad

I start to feel very mad

Just as I always do

The time passes me by

As I listen to lullaby

When the phone start to ring

I am drowning in my dream