Telephone

What was it like?
How was it then?
To stand on a stage with just a mic and a name and chat like you were with a
friend
People just heard
And little they saw
But the words were enough, yeah the words were enough to entertain them all
Oh, how beautiful it was to me
How beautiful it was to me
How beautiful it was to me to listen to simplicity
I wonder how we used to be
When the telephone rang
How did it go?
How did it die?
To talk to a face in a neighbourhood place telling stories over coffee and pie
People said what they meant
It was heard on the spot
You either tell the truth, or make a bad excuse, or you would lie and get caught
Oh, how beautiful it was to me
How beautiful it was to me
How beautiful it was to me to show your personality
I wonder how we used to be
Wen the telephone rang
Ba ba ba da da da da
Will it ever come back?
Or is it already gone?
To meet your friends on the street
And kick a ball with your feet
And make it home when the lights come on
Oh, how beautiful it was to me
How beautiful it was to me
How beautiful it was to me to use your curiosity
I wonder how we used to be
When the telephone rang
Ba ba ba da da da da
When the telephone rang