Текст песни Telephone Song - David Poe

Hello
I′m calling home
I've got a telephone telescope
I hear the look behind your eyes
Is this a bad time?

I′m glad you are fine
It's good to hear you're busy,
And not up in your tree
Dreaming all the dreams we used to dream

I really don′t know what I got myself into
But I′ll know when a year's through
I′m never coming back for you

I don't fear the risk of being abandoned,
It already happened
I′m just afraid it'll be worse than before
Could there be more?

And I really don′t know what I got myself into
But I'll know when a year's through
And then I′m never coming back for you

If I still don′t know after one year
I'll fall on top of my knife, dear
′Cause I'm never coming back for you

When are you coming back?