We don't talk about you often, but you're long from forgotten
Been forever since we've seen your face
But there ain't nothing against you, it's just easier to live through this life
Thinking you're one to call away, only one to call away
And ever since the day you parted, you left us all so brokenhearted
Memories of you running through our minds
Well, I found your old contact in a phone book a good while back
And I just wanna call her less sometimes
And hope she'll be on the other line
If I could make our love to heaven
I'd be the phone of my life
And you're 24-7, not a single day less that you turn the ring
And put me on speaker, hear the angels sing
tu, aaa, Intel or when you say you'll bury me
And you only have me, so arrange if this is fate





You stand by my crowd, you leave in a diaphone, hoping to receiving a ring from me to you up above
And though the phone goes straight to voicemail
Can't help from thinking it won't fail
That maybe one day you'll pick up
And you'd share a few words from above
If I could make all that to heaven
I'd be phonein' you 24-7
I'd sing the dead best that you can arrange
You could tell me all about the good Lord while I'm here
Wishin' I could do more than to talk to you
Only in my dreams
At least they're livin' in as far as it seems
If I could make all that to heaven
I'd be phonein' you 24-7
I'd sing the dead best that you can arrange
Hey, put me on speaker
I'd be phonein' you 24-7
I'd hear them angels sing