The telephone is empty   And now I realize the time      Good music, it's a pure form   A pure form of sympathy   And if you break my system   I'll burn you down      This music, it's a pure form   A pure form for sympathy   But I'm so scared of driving   Down same old lonely roads      Drinking to see for a moment   Drinking to forget things   Drinking to forget and remember nothing   Drinking and driving let's catch another plane   Flame      The telephone, it's empty   And now I realize the time      The telephone, it's empty   And now I realize the time