Velvet Telephone

Oh, oh, oh, oh

Velvet telephone on the floor
Rings like it did when you walked through the door
I still pick it up and pretend
Like you're calling to say this isn't the end

I know it's mad, I know it's old, but the dials still gold
And your voice feels near every time it rings

I hear you on the loved telephone
Saying, "Harry, I'm coming home"
Though it's aesthetic and a dream
It's the sweetest sound I've ever seen

Oh, oh, oh, oh

I keep the cord tied in a bow
Like the one you wore at that last show
You said time was tricky, strange
But I never wanted things to change

I know it's mad, I know it's old, but the dial still gold
And your voice feels near every time it rings

I hear you on the velvet telephone
Saying, " Harry, I'm coming home"
Though it's just static and a dream
It's the sweetest sound I've ever seen

Oh, oh, oh, oh
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh

I wait by the window each night
Hoping for your voice in the candlelight
You left with a whisper, not a slam
Still holding on to who I am, oh

You on the velvet telephone
Saying, "Harry, I'm coming home"
Oh, I know it's crazy, I know it's gone
But your voice still lives in this song

Oh, oh, oh, oh
Oh, oh, oh, oh