I am walking out in the rain, and I am listening to the low moan of the dial tone again, and I am getting nowhere with you, and I can't let it go, and I can't get through. I am walking out in the rain, and I am listening to the low moan of the dial tone again, and I am getting nowhere with you, and I can't let it go, and I can't get through. And the old woman behind the pink curtains in the closed door, on the first floor, she's listening through the air shaft, to see how long her swan song can last in both hands, please use both hands, no don't close your eyes. I am writing graffiti on your body, I am drawing the story of how hard we tried, how hard we tried.
