Lyrics:

The telephone is empty

And now I realize the time

Good music, it's a pure form

A pure form of sympathy

And if you break my system

I'll burn you down

This music, it's a pure form

A pure form for sympathy

But I'm so scared of driving

Down same old lonely roads

Drinking to see for a moment

Drinking to forget things

Drinking to forget and remember nothing

Drinking and driving let's catch another

Plane

Flame

The telephone, it's empty

And now I realize the time