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Verse 1

Standing 'neath the old street lamp, the rain taps on my skin,
Halfway back from where I roam, memories start to spin,
Phone in hand, I dial the number, echoes of the past,
Every second seems an hour, what should I say at last?

Verse 2

Shadows of the neon signs, the city's hum and breath,
Should I call her, do I ask, or will the silence death?
Fingers hover o'er the dial, a hope within my heart,
Yet every ring just leaves me, lost in an empty start.

Chorus

Pick up the phone, tell me what to say,
When the line’s just silent, what will I say?
Pick up the phone, let’s make this right,
When the line just rings, oh what will I say tonight?

Bridge

An old booth by the station, echoes of our time,
Would it help if I could turn back, just to say goodbye?
Lines go dead, but still I stand, with nothing left to say,
In this empty phone booth, where dreams begin to fray.

Chorus

Pick up the phone, tell me what to say,
When the line’s just silent, what will I say?
Pick up the phone, let’s make this right,
When the line just rings, oh what will I say tonight?

Outro

Raindrops fall in rhythm, in the phone booth's glow,
Silent words in the midnight, where the echoes flow.
Pick up the phone, let's make this right,
When the line just rings, oh what will I say tonight?