Or are we dancer? Are we human? My sign is vital My hands are cold And I'm on my knees Looking for the answer I did my best to notice When the call came down the line Up to the platform of surrender

The past is no place to It's only me I ain't freed nobody yet It's just me Got a window-washer's head For an unmakeable bed For loneliness

Late night when you need my love I know when that hotline bling That can only mean one thing You used to call me on my cell phone Call me on my cell phone You used to call me on my, you used to, you used to Ever since I left the city you Got a reputation

That place in my mind Is that space that you call mine Without hearing what I have to say We too feel alone Therever been all the time Lost enslaved fatal decline I've been waiting for this too fool (Good) The pieces are only as good as the whole Severed

See the line where the sky meets the sea it calls me And no one knows, how far it goes If the wind in my sail on the sea stays behind me I've been standing at the edge of the water 'Long as I can remember, never really knowing why I wish I could be the

We'll leave it on the line One in the same Never to change Our love was beautiful We got it all Destined to fall Our love was tragical Wanted to call No need to fight

Every time we lie girl we're losing So why should we spend Saturday night alone, When I can call you on the phone, pick you up Make it up as we go along Pull and all nighter chasing that desire Sparks flying in her eyes like lighters (like lighters) Girl

Well there's floodin' down in Texas All of the telephone lines are down Well dark clouds are rollin' in Man I'm standin' out in the rain Well I'm leavin' you baby Lord and I'm goin' back home to stay And I've been tryin' to call my baby Lord and I can't

How can we stay on the sideline The last call to rise up Our estates are under fire Our villers fall prey to village How long will we tare this lying down? Refuse to quell the anger Time has come to take up arms again This is the flash of our last hope

Hell before you naw, rollin' off just right Man, that town is small, boys But you have a ball, boys Homemade alcohol on a Saturday night Y'all boys with that southern drawl, boys Yeah, truck's stuck, who you gon' call? Pretty girl, who you gon' fall for?