Telephone

(His Version of Music Box) Here I sit at this dusty, old desk staring at the telephone, asking myself do I dial your number or just leave you alone? I remember when I never had to question should I call you or not, it was just a natural reaction, there was never a second thought You’re right I used to make time for you every day, but then life just got too complicated, and I got in my own way I used to conjure up your beauty when I heard your voice and I could see that beautiful face, but now there is only silence on the other end and not even a wisp, a single trace So, after I spend numerous hours staring into the telephone, the abyss, I tell myself you don’t want to hear from me, you don’t deserve this So, I place the telephone face down and wipe the tears from my eyes, I erase your memory and try to move on devoting to something else my time But I want so much to revisit that dream world where there is only you and I, a simple room where nothing stood between us just the love, we felt for one another dancing there in our eyes I loved the sound of your beating heart as it pounded up against mine, I have never felt such calmness, such serenity as I once did in that time I wish there weren’t obligations, rules and sacrifices to be made, I wish that all that I had to worry about was putting a smile on your face So, I pick up the telephone again and I dial the number I know by heart, and as I go to push call the past flashes in my mind and I tell myself it’s just too hard What would I do if you answered? What would I even say? “Hey, it’s me, the man that broke you, just wanting to know you’re okay” That isn’t fair to you although I want so much to make the call, but I know that I have no right because I can’t give to you my all So here I sit with nothing to do but stare at a phone in my hand and wish for a dream that will never come true, because of the past intentions of a once foolish man.