Little Red Telephone (remaster 2020) - Remaster
Well I made it on my own now for so many years
All the roads turned out dead ends
And who knows where it all begins
Sailing down life's river, it's a veil of tears
So lost I could just vanish here
Then I remember times you held me near
Baby what I wouldn't give to have you here tonight
Because my faith and soul are shattered
And my brain has all been battered
You know they say it's true
Two wrongs don't make it right
Still you leave me hanging on
By the thread of your little red telephone
Well don't you know I love you
And I'm always thinking of you
Another day is done
My love for you outshines the sun
You know you used to say you thought I'd hung the moon
Well that takes me back to the way we met
First day of summertime in June
Baby what I wouldn't give to have you hear tonight
Because my faith and soul are shattered
And my brain has all been battered
You know they say it's true
Two wrongs don't make it right
Still you keep me hanging on
By the thread of your little red telephone
Lord knows I ain't no prophet
I'm on a train and can't get off it
Rollin' on my own too long
Singin' the same sad old song
All the roads turned out dead ends
And who knows where it all begins
Sailing down life's river, it's a veil of tears
So lost I could just vanish here
Then I remember times you held me near
Baby what I wouldn't give to have you here tonight
Because my faith and soul are shattered
And my brain has all been battered
You know they say it's true
Two wrongs don't make it right
Still you leave me hanging on
By the thread of your little red telephone
Well don't you know I love you
And I'm always thinking of you
Another day is done
My love for you outshines the sun
You know you used to say you thought I'd hung the moon
Well that takes me back to the way we met
First day of summertime in June
Baby what I wouldn't give to have you hear tonight
Because my faith and soul are shattered
And my brain has all been battered
You know they say it's true
Two wrongs don't make it right
Still you keep me hanging on
By the thread of your little red telephone
Lord knows I ain't no prophet
I'm on a train and can't get off it
Rollin' on my own too long
Singin' the same sad old song
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Writer(s): Art Linton
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