Landline

You used to call me on my landline
You used to leave your voice behind
As I lay upstairs, fast asleep
In the midst of the night
In the midst of a dream

You used to call me on my landline
You used to leave your words behind
But now you’re consigned to a turbulent past
Your ghost on a tape
In a drawer at the back

You used to call me on my landline
You used to leave your voice behind
As I lay upstairs, fast asleep
In the midst of the night
In the midst of a dream

You used to call me on my landline
You used to leave your voice behind
In the ungodly hours
In obsession and lust
You were carnal, obscene
And now you are dust

And now you are dust
And now you are dust