He wants the rain

Longs for some shade

Vague empty promises 

Like false love is made

False love, phony memories 

Some vague whispers 

On a borrowed telephone 

No one answers

Left in the dark alone,

Kissing angels in blind allies 

Until arms bruised black and blue 

Some are red and some like roses

Are well worn and so are you,

Open books and chapter closes

Busy signals, dial tone

Odd how evenly opposes 

On a borrowed telephone 

No one answers 

Left in the dark alone 

Some vague whispers