Текст Funeral For A Friend – Streetcar

Number dialed
(Hello!?)

And there’s the rub, we can talk for a while
But I have sweet nothings to say

So goodbye to you and your life
Your new best friends, your confidence
And I’ll be here when you get home

Sitting halfway, away from nowhere
Praying for our lips to touch
Holding myself for a second
Just to catch you smile on this line

So goodbye to you and your life (two months, eight weeks)
Your new best friends, your confidence (turn my hours into days)
And I’ll be here when you get home (when you get home)

So goodbye to you and your life (two months, eight weeks)
Your new best friends, your confidence (turn my hours into days)
And I’ll be here when you get home, when you get home

Voices
I can’t feel the same about you anymore
many times

Is it just like you said it would be (it’s never easy),
I can’t feel this way about you anymore
Is it just like you said it would be (it’s never easy),
I can’t feel the same

I can’t feel this way,
I can’t feel the same about you anymore (it’s never easy)
About you anymore (it’s never easy)
No, I can’t feel this way

Dial tone