Do you need the service?

Do you need to call me daily?

Do you have reasons for calling at all?



Is something on your mind?

Is something wrong? i get the feeling

That you're laughing at my quiet surprise



My silhouette is changing

As i'm aging by your window

And i focus on a light by your face



Call me `the operator'

Making comments "he's so technical"

Or "i've absolutely nothing to do"



Recycle all my photographs

I'll leave a picture of the queen

And no one has to know i was there



Me, i'm so ashamed

You're all connected to my number

And the conversation's only polite



I'll wear my old grey raincoat

Just in case you're `confidential'

Make up stories like "the screen fades away"



Today it's in a taxi

By the station, and it's raining

And i wonder how they all made it before




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