Telegraph Songtext
von Daniel Tompkins

You walked in with shining eyes and could′ve been
A dark kind of angel with hooded eyes
You sent me a telegraph, your testament
You told me a fortune or a lie

And I feel so delayed
And I feel I can't relate
Did it ever occur to you
That we can′t make it true?


You told me with scarlet eyes, you never did
You made love to my regret and left it in
We count months, days, and hours, the second hand
To watch all the flowers of black bloom again

And I feel so delayed
And I feel I can't relate
Did it ever occur to you
That we can't make it true?

And I feel so delayed
And I feel I can′t relate
Did it ever occur to you
That we can′t make it true?