Communion - I'm Glad It's You

I put tin cans on string

And made a telephone from you to me

But every time you call, it seems I’m deaf to you

And numb to the touch

And on the other side of the wire

You stay out of sight, out of touch, and always on my mind

You’re a language so foreign to me

That you always leave me questioning why there’s nothing

It’s just noise

And it’s nothing at all like the sound of your voice

From the window, I swear I can see the telephone

Tangled up in the tree

And I don’t know if you’re still there

But I can’t hear anything anymore

And I don’t know if you’re still there

But I can’t hear anything anymore

And that’s why we don’t talk much anymore

That’s why we don’t talk much anymore

That’s why we don’t talk much anymore

We don’t talk much

We don’t talk much

We don’t talk much

I wish we talked the way we used to