We flew here to see you |
| My feelings and I |
| I looked down on the city |
| From up in the sky |
| The sun was reflecting |
| From the roofs and the water |
| Spring had come early |
| In the parks and the old town |
| I came with a mission |
| To patch up a dream |
| We walked and I talked and my words were absorbed |
| Into the answering machine |
| I came two thousand miles |
| Just to take a look at you |
| But you were broken and frozen |
| A heartbreak of a statue |
| In the bullet-proof mirrors |
| Where your eyes used to be |
| I stared at myself and I called for some help |
| Into the answering machine |
The day slipped by and I tried and tried |
| You took me home and you said |
| Goodnight, Sleep tight |
| On the floor by the bedroom door |
| I watched you sleep and I left before first light |
The bugs don't bite |
| The bugs don't bite |
| The bugs bite |
From the land of the frozen |
| To the land of the low |
| We journeyed together |
| But we were always alone |
| So if I should come calling |
| Best not pick up the phone |
| Cause I'm no good for you and you're no good for me |
| Let me talk to the answering machine |
| I can cope with the answering machine |
| I'm a friend of the answering machine |