[Chorus]
When I walk the streets all my eyes can see
Are colors and beautiful faces
They don't speak a word
They I remember
All of your beautiful places
I don't want to call you on the telephone
I want skin and bones
[Verse]
Ooo
Your eyes are blue
Often they're red too
They see things differently
Come sit at the table
Whiskey if you're able
Come now, talk to me
I don't want to call you on the telephone
Show me to your home
Ooo
Easily I get caught in the chance and rot
New york city breeds
Some days I can't stand lonely empty hands
Some days it's what I need
Tonight I won't call you on the telephone
It's best that I'm alone
Oo oo oo
[Chorus]
When I walk the halls of your mind so tall there's no need to escape
When I ride the stream of your flesh, so green
I cannot make a mistake
How I want to destroy this telephone
Get back to real, get back to your skin and bones
[Outro]