No-one likes to be alone, coming down on the telephone.

Across the city across the sea,



And come back baby connect(come next to me??) to me.

Don't you let us into your heart.



Back with 3-1 to the start.

Sweet little wounds of theraphy.



So come back baby connect to me.



And the phonecalls, and the shooting stars and the ???(fights, fun, fine?) you'll never know, just never know.



And the phonecalls, and the shooting stars and ??? (fine?) you'll never know, just never know.



And the phonecalls, and the shooting stars and ??? (fine?) ohh you'll never know, just never know.



No-one likes to be alone, coming downs better on your own