Juan Maclean The Station
I call you from the station but
you don't have the time
-The time is tickling closer to
the end of the line
How can I trust the feelings
in a telephone call
-The road keeps getting longer
But there's no signs at all
I can formulate a plan to keep
You quiet and appeased
-Something in me tells me
there are no guarantees
You fought for my attention
I was always around
-Resignation's not a feeling
so, it don't really count
When my fun is ending you will finally smile
-But a future life with you
would be a life of denial
Part of your deception is a comforting pose
-You wear me down with reassurance
that you'll keep me in tow
Living on installment's not a permanent plan
-How many times have I been promised
that you'll do what you can
Should I beg for your forgiveness
at the top of the hour
-Does it even really matter
if the taste is so sour
I call you from the station!
I call you from the station!
I call you from the station!
Your line was busy
You won't listen
Your line was busy
You won't listen
I call you from the station!
-You call me from the station!
--Your line was busy
---You won't listen
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