The Lost Art of Conversation

We'll meet at the coffee shop, it's on the far side of town
I'll meet you at 10 o'clock but all you do is let me down
'Cos you're surgically attached to your telephone
Just like everybody else that I have ever known
But it's unnecessary for our communication
So put your phone away, let's have a conversation

We'll get some food and go out, let's catch a cab into town
And our mates will be about, and then we can all our sorrows drown
Now you don't need to check in, or the online reviews
Or keep up with the gossip or celebrity news
So at the taxi rank down by the old bus station
We'll put our phones away and have a conversation

And yeah I get the gist, it's not in your Buzzfeed top 10 list, oh
But when you're on your phone I may as well be here on my own

And I got nothing to say to you until I know that my words get through
No I got nothing to say to you until I know that my words get through

We'll meet at the coffee shop, on the far side of town
I'll meet you at 10 o'clock, we can put our telephones down



Credits
Writer(s): Chris Selman
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