Lyrics:

Lucy Rose:
It's my constant calamities
And overcooked stubbornness ways, means I'm hearing dial tones...
Dial tones
It's my bus-stop reality
I believe everything's fine, but I'm just hearing dial tones...
Dial tones

Ghostpoet:
Well I try to work it out, but nothing seems to satisfy
The taste in my mouth now, a bitter like O-T
And unloved grandmas, and opened up her jam jar
Of past pain narratives that I can seal shut
So slangin' slammin' screams just bounce round the living room
And eyes go red like brakelights, right but
Ain't no sudden hopes or bolts out the blue
I'm left in a state of hue, true true

Lucy Rose:
It's my constant calamities
And overcooked stubbornness ways, means I'm hearing dial tones...
Dial tones
It's my bus-stop reality
I believe everything's fine, but I'm just hearing dial tones...
Dial tones

Ghostpoet:
Hmm, ain't spoke in maybe hmm about six months
And stand-offs similar to Westerns parts, so I
Plus one scenarios, and sit back and watch and
Partnered by rouge and fresh sore tooth and
Need some suger, like a wine gum thing so
Spring black humour, try to crow-bar a smile, and it
Works for a while, but forecast bleak
Dark clouds circling, rain then sleet

Lucy Rose:
It's my constant calamities
And overcooked stubbornness ways, means I'm hearing dial tones...
Dial tones
It's my bus-stop reality
I believe everything's fine, but I'm just hearing dial tones...
Dial tones

Ghostpoet and Lucy Rose:
So if I try and call, will you pick up?
Or will I see the games never let up?
Tryin' out some olive branch-type tings
Things... Things...

So if I try and call, will you pick up?
Or will I see the games never let up?
Tryin' out some olive branch-type things
Some olive branch-type things

It's my constant calamities
And overcooked stubbornness ways, means I'm hearing dial tones...
Dial tones
It's my bus-stop reality
I believe everything's fine, but I'm just hearing dial tones...
Dial tones