Russian Futurists These Seven Notes
All you've got's apologies, and "take me back" phone calls from me
All you do is bawl and weep, each night as you fall asleep
All I've got's sealed envelopes, and all we've got are empty hopes
All we ride's this endless track, and all I had I can't get back
Not for lack of trying, though we feel like we are dying slowly
Day by week and month by year we think we hear each other clearly
Through those wires and dial tones we somehow feel like we're less lonely
We're not and we'll stay that way until these notes they fade away and
All I've got is these seven notes, They could get to you if you'd let them
All I've got's these letters I wrote, I singed and sealed them but never sent them
I've got three words stuck in my throat, I said them once, I'm not sure I meant them
All I've got's some songs and some quotes, About those years and how we had spent them
No more half apologies; let's make that our policy
No more walls or laying bricks, I'm coming out and saying it
These words I used to hide with veils, move like trains and ride the rails
To your door on sleepless tracks, I'll scream it out, I need you back
It seems that I am cursed this time, all I've got's these worthless lines
And rhymes at times like this seem empty, all they've done is up and sent me
Down and out and back and forth, pass the torch my skin's been scorched
By age's rays, we'll stay this way, until these notes, they fade away and
All I've got is these seven notes, They could get to you if you'd let them
All I've got's these letters I wrote, I singed and sealed them but never sent them
I've got three words stuck in my throat, I said them once, I'm not sure I meant them
All I've got's some songs and some quotes, About those years and how we had spent them
All we've got's regret and loss; all we're doing is getting lost
All it was is all it was, I don't know why we'd call it love
All I need's an aeroplane, to carry me right there again
All we had's a painted past, and just like us it's fading fast
Not for lack of trying, though we feel like we are dying slowly
Day by week and month by year we think we hear each other clearly
Through those wires and dial tones we somehow feel like we're less lonely
We're not and we'll stay that way until these notes they fade away and
All I've got is these seven notes, They could get to you if you'd let them
All I've got's these letters I wrote, I singed and sealed them but never sent them
I've got three words stuck in my throat, I said them once, I'm not sure I meant them
All I've got's some songs and some quotes, About those years and how we had spent them
