I'm Glad It's You Communion
I put tin cans on string
And made a telephone from you to me
But every time you call, it seems I'm deaf to you
And numb to the touch
And on the other side of the wire
You stay out of sight, out of touch, and always on my mind
You're a language so foreign to me
That you always leave me questioning why there's nothing
It's just noise
And it's nothing at all like the sound of your voice
From the window, I swear I can see the telephone
Tangled up in the tree
And I don't know if you're still there
But I can't hear anything anymore
And I don't know if you're still there
But I can't hear anything anymore
And that's why we don't talk much anymore
That's why we don't talk much anymore
That's why we don't talk much anymore
We don't talk much
We don't talk much
We don't talk much
I wish we talked the way we used to
