I pick up the phone,
Just to hear you say "hello."
I've lost it and have done
What I thought would never be won.
The constant talking wanes on,
From early evening to the dawn.
Wrapped around the cords,
I leave the ground and soar.
Surrending my mind,
I hardly notice the stopping of time.
Ages and ages ago,
The wisest sages have told:
Never fall in love,
And hang up the telephone.