No one likes to be alone
Coming down on the telephone
Across the city across the sea
Come back baby connect to me

Wrote you a letter sent to your heart
Backwards rewinds to the start:
Sweet little words of therapy
To come back baby connect to me

And the phone calls
And the shooting stars:
We'll be fine
Oh, yeah, nevermind, just nevermind

And the phone calls
And the shooting stars:
We'll be fine
Oh, yeah, nevermind, just nevermind

And the phone calls
And the shooting stars:
We'll be fine
Oh, yeah, nevermind, just nevermind

No one likes to be alone
But coming down's better on your own