Conversation by The Servant Lyrics

Conversation isn't the point

Near her home in a payphone

Awaits a call

A little drizzle

Seven - Thirty

Hidden in chilly breath

She'd lied to daddy about Gary

Don't you find it tough?

Don't you find the waiting tough?

Even when occupied by love

And all that kind of stuff
Conversation isn't the point

All alone like a door

I wonder what for

I wonder what for

The girl from verse one

Does not exist

Sure you can feel her hands

But she's just an idea

Just an idea

Don't you find it tough?

Don't you find the waiting tough?

Even when occupied by love

And all that kind of stuff
If you feel any pain. any pain

Well I'm to blame

If you feel any pain, any pain

Well I'm to blame

If you feel any pain, any pain

Well I'm to blame

If you feel any pain, any pain

Well I'm to blame

Still

She's been waiting for quite a while

And the tragedy is that Gary's me

And it's Seven Forty

Conversation isn't the point
Near her home in a payphone

Awaits a call

Don't you find it tough?

Don't you find the waiting tough?

Even when occupied by love

And all that kind of stuff

Conversation, Conversation

Conversation, Conversation

Conversation