The Phone Works Both Ways - The Jazz June

Turn out the lights

The rings an instant answer

Blacken the lights

On all the easy lies

I’m writing a letter I hope you won’t get until it’s over

I don’t want to fight, but your arguments are shooting arrows

They are shooting arrows

The phone works both ways

Let’s just pretend that we knew this all along

And when you were gone that you’d that you still find me