Do you need the service
Do you need to call me daily
Do you have reasons for calling at all
Is something on your mind
Is something wrong I get the feeling
That you're laughing at my quiet surprise
My silhouette is changing
As I'm ageing by your window
And I focus on the light by your face
Call me the operator
Making comments 'He's so technical'
Or, 'I've absolutely nothing to do'
Recycle all my photographs
I'll leave a picture of the Queen
And no-one has to know I was there
Me I'm so ashamed
You're all connected to my number
And the conversation's only polite
I'll wear my old grey raincoat
Just in case your 'confidential'
Make up stories like 'The screen fades away'
Today it's in a taxi
By the station, and it's raining
And I wonder how they made it before