Somewhere in your building a phone cuts the night No way of knowing who's on the line You don't wake, I wonder how I got here Try to remember where I was this time last year And for minutes I lay listening Wondering what news its song's heralding Is there something of worth I have yet to discover? The ringing continues could it be your last lover? There's a version of the future hanging close above my head But I can't get to it Search around the room to build the pieces of a life But I can't make them fit The darkness lifts and I think of the door I think I like you but i'm never that sure One day will you call me when i'm half asleep Dialing a number that's incomplete? There's a version of the future hanging close above my head But I can't get to it Search around the room to build the pieces of a life But I can't make them fit In the dark I feel alone 'Till the sun comes up its polite to go home If I back out of this too soon Will I be left holding torches for you? We might not know each other in a week Become weird numbers we dial in our sleep Listening to empty dial tones Left with sleepless nights alone There's a version of the future hanging close above my head But I can't get to it Search around the room to build the pieces of a life But I can't make them fit In the dark I feel alone 'Till the sun comes up its polite to go home If I back out of this too soon Will I be left holding torches for you?