Wrong to say that I am giving up   Right to say that I ain't showing up    I've got pictures at my home    And doors that transform me alone   Sunny days should leave a message on my phone    I don't think I'm gonna miss you much    And I've got dials and knobs soft to the touch       All your lectures will become    Converted into static hum   Sunny days should leave a message on my phone    Oh, to sleep, perchance to dream    To live again those joyous scenes    The laughter and the follies that    Are locked away inside my head