Future is ringing on the telephone

Dead leaves
scuttle over my feet
Once a thousand blended notes
perfect in harmony
became enemies
so discordant

Past, you've died
Present feels dead
Future is ringing on the telephone

Started out simple like a t-shirt
baby blue to match the sky
but now torn and tattered
holes in discreet places
let it go
throw it away
it never belonged
it was a mistake

Past, you've died
Present sounds dead
Future is ringing on the telephone

Home is a tepee
Home is an igloo
Home was where you were
But dead and dying
it's just useless
to come home to star filled skies
without you by my side

Goodnight, Moon
Goodnight, Igloo
Goodnight, Sanity
Goodnight, Tepee

Broken heart,
Why are you crying?
When will you be dying?

Can't I be reborn?
Something infant-like
something new?
To be cradled and sung to?

Let's wait until the morning
Find a new tune
a new dress to wear
And you will be
someone who chose to live
while Past was ringing on the telephone

Past, you've died
Present sounds dead
Future is ringing on the telephone

listen to. laughing with. regina spektor