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 it's 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 it's polite to go home If i back out of this too soon Will i be left holding torches for you?