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Zita Swoon
Album : To Play, To Dream, To Drift, An Anthology

30 days is long enough
So baby I won't call you anymore
I wish you'd rush into my arms
But every wish I wish is bound to do me harm
The phone it rang around half past one
And then I pull the plug out of the wall
The conversations that I have
They don't amount to nothing
Except for the ugly thoughts I have
The doorbell rang around half past two
And when I walk back inside my day was through
I think I slept all afternoon
And when I woke at night the moon was full
The neon flashing in the streets
And then I walk through town to a lazy beat
I take the phone off of my ears
Cause the music don't sooth me
It just makes me bleed
I wonder if I'm done with thinking
This prison room will be my grave
But now I'm all alone and drinking
Although I surely lost the taste
In the morning when I woke
I heard a noisy television host
I switch the man out of my room
Cause the games they don't thrill me
They just make me blue
The window's open
The curtain flies
I see the ghost of you before my eyes
I shiver as I turn away
I see the phone is waiting
I dial and I pray