Testo Conversation - The Servant
Testo della canzone Conversation (The Servant), tratta dall'album Mathematics
Conversation isn't the point
Near her home in a payphone
Awaits a call
A little drizzle
7.30
Hidden in chilly breath
She'd lied to daddy about Gary
Don't you find it tough?
Don't you find the waiting tough?
Even when occupied by love
And all that kind of stuff
Conversation isn't the point
All alone like a door
I wonder what for
I wonder what for
The girl from verse one
Does not exist
Sure you can feel her hands
But she's just an idea
Don't you find it tough?
Don't you find the waiting tough?
Even when occupied by love
And all that kind of stuff
If you feel any pain, any pain
Well I'm to blame
If you feel any pain, any pain
Well I'm to blame
If you feel any pain, any pain
Well I'm to blame
If you feel any pain, any pain
Well I'm to blame
Still
She's been waiting for quite a while
And the tragedy is that Gary's me
And it's 7.40
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Writer(s): Matt Fisher
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