Telephone

Here we stand in the sand
We're still playing silly games
Take my hand and understand
This is the end, she said

And I can't cry so I try
To look in the eyes of the passersby
For a trace of hope, for what it's worth
For peace of mind and as I walk away

I crash, and the pressure's on
I smash the telephone - it's the enemy
'Cause I know it can't bring you back to me
And I can't find no remedy
But I'm hanging on to this love
I'm still hangin' on

And the telephone doesn't ring and I think
You're the one not calling me
You're not here, I start to sink
Catch me 'cause I'm falling down

Here we stand hand in hand
With no feelings, no romance
And I'm a stone, I'm a broken bone
I see you in everyone

I crash, and the pressure's on
I smash the telephone - it's the enemy
'Cause I know it can't bring you back to me
And I can't find no remedy
But I'm hanging on to this love
I'm still hangin' on, hangin' on my love

This is the end, my precious friend
Take my hand, but understand, this is end
And I hate the telephone