Wrong to say that I am giving up I've got pictures at my home Right to say that I ain't showing up Sunny days should leave a message on my phone I don't think I'm gonna miss you much And doors that transform me alone For I've got dials and knobs soft to the touch
All your lectures will become Converted into static hum Sunny days should leave a message on my phone Ode to sleep perchance to dream
The laughter and the follies that To live again those joyous scenes Are locked away inside my head