From the recording Publishing Demo I
Lyrics
We were sitting and reading when the telephone rang
You were the first to answer it
Feeling lazy, I hadn't noticed you were gone
It was the sound of your voice that didn't fit
At first I couldn't believe what I heard
I kept running the words through my head
It was a colour photograph, slowly turning black-and-white
Listening to what you said
But there it was, for me to hear
Ready to hear it or not
The intercom was on that night
And I guess that you forgot
I got up and pressed my hot cheek
Against what felt like a cold, cold wall
Wishing that this really wasn't my world
I don't think Alice ever felt this small
But there it was, for me to hear
Ready to hear it or not
The intercom was on that night
And I guess that you forgot
But there it was, for me to hear
Wanting to believe it or not
The intercom was on that night
And I guess that you forgot
Barely able to stand, I didn't know what to do
When I heard you finish your call
So many questions and the pain of disbelief
Feeling so lost, I had to stand tall
But there it was, for me to hear
Ready to believe it or not
The intercom was on that night
And I guess that you forgot
And there it was, for me to hear
Wanting to believe it or not
The intercom was on that night
And I guess that you forgot
Wanting to believe it or not
Ready to believe it or not
Ready or not, ready or not
Ready or not, ready or not