somewhere in your building a phone cuts the night no way of knowing who is on the line you don t wake i wonder how i got here try to remember where i was this time last year and for minutes i lay listening wondering what news its song s heralding is there something of worth i have yet to discover the ringing continues could it be your last lover there s a version of the future hanging close above my head but i can t get to it search around the room to build the pieces of a life but i can t make them fit the darkness lifts and i think of the door i think i like you but i m never that sure one day will you call me when you are half asleep dialing a number that s incomplete there s a version of the future hanging close above my head but i can t get to it search around the room to build the pieces of a life but i can t make them fit in the dark i feel alone till the sun comes up it s polite to go home if i back out of this too soon will i be left holding torches for you we might not know each other in a week become weird numbers we dial in our sleep listening to empty dial tones left with sleepless nights alone there s a version of the future hanging close above my head but i can t get to it search around the room to build the pieces of a life but i can t make them fit in the dark i feel alone till the sun comes up it s polite to go home if i back out of this too soon will i be left holding torches for you there s a version of the future hanging close above my head but i can t get to it search around the room to build the pieces of a life but i can t make them fit in the dark i feel alone till the sun comes up it s polite to go home if i back out of this too soon will i be left holding torches for you 