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.