darling please pick up the phone and tell me where you are smoking all the cigarettes and waiting in the dark autumn starts we lighten up the path we walked at night winter clouds are over now and nothing feels right cause you are into sights and fumbling for the light for a clearer view on this cold and wasted night i remember summer days with nothing else to do sneak in into mountain ice and lay around with you now the theatres round here are boarded up and closed when i ask you where youre at you never seem to know cause you are into sights and fumbling for the light for a clearer view on this cold and wasted night the thunder breaks on every day like its yarning to be free i feel you in this empty room you feel me cause you are into sights and fumbling for the light for a clearer view on this cold and wasted night