I Wait for You (By the Telephone) - Pacifica, Figurine

The time has come to say goodbye;

I turn my cheek, I try not to cry

There’s nothing to say, there’s no one to blame;

I don’t know when we shall meet again

A house without you is not our role;

It’s a lonely place, a dark old place

So I think of you by the telephone

And I see your face, your warm embrace

Paris, Frankfurt, Moscow, Bombay…

So many nights, so far away

New York, Tokyo, Geneva, and Rome…

My heart would grow cold without the telephone

Her: When I find I’m far from home… the telephone

Him: The telephone

Her: That keeps me from feeling alone… the telephone

Him: The telephone

Her: When I’m feeling sad and blue… the telephone

Him: The telephone

Her: That connects me straight to you… the telephone

Him: The telephone

Her: Hello?

Him: Hello

Her: 'So good to hear your voice again.

I miss you…

Him: I miss you too

Her: You’ll call again tomorrow?

Him: Of Course

Her: All right then… goodbye

Him: Goodbye

Restaurants and hotel rooms, it’s never the same without you

And the foreign faces and the foreign streets wouldn’t be half bad with your

arms around me

The buses and the trains and the tickets and the travel and the parties and the

people and the meetings and the battle

For they just don’t mean a thing.

When the telephone rings, my heart sings

Paris, Frankfurt, Moscow Bombay

So many nights, so far away

New York, Tokyo, Geneva, and Rome

My heart would grow cold without the telephone

Her: When I find I’m far from home… the telephone

Him: The telephone

Her: That keeps me from feeling alone… the telephone

Him: The telephone

Her: When I’m feeling sad and blue… the telephone

Him: The telephone

Her: That connects me straight to you… the telephone

Him: The telephone