these telephone lines
they don't serve me anymore
only bringing me bad news
and my home town
only makes me want you more
when i have nothing else to do

we're driving so that i can see
which graveyard it will be
keep my cup full so i wont remember
the night you buried me alive

when i wake up
i feel restless as before
when you've stolen all my sleep
so you can grab your keys
but don't forget me
don't forget me

you know, it's not too late
to edure these things
your failed attempts to move me
and what i bring