Emergency - The Answering Machine

Cut the ropes, cut the ropes, cut this empty road

Unplug this factory town

I’ll take my compass down

Departure boards, double doors, humming exit signs

The tracks and railway lines, god, I miss your style

Get up, get out

It’s no good now

Light that lighthouse light

Through telescopic sight, I’m sailing home tonight

Are we going to make this last?

I think I spoiled it all last night, and for what?!

We float like spectres on the corner of the street

'Til we find our way back home

Emergency!

Emergency!

Emergency!

Cut the ropes, cut the ropes, cut this empty pulse

Replace its hollow sound

I’ll take my compass down

Get up, get out

It’s no good now

You are out of sight, I want you here tonight

Are we going to make this last?

I think I blew it, there’s a surprise!

We float like spectres on the corner of the street

'Til we find our way back home

Do you remember the lives we stole from songs?

We float like spectres on the corner of the street

We lost our way back home

Emergency!

Emergency!

Emergency!