I've done irons when I see your face
I gotta get away, get away
But how can I escape from something I have bringin'?
A warm pretence could be naive
About what's happened here to me
So how can I escape from something I have bringin'?
And I will call not to see your face
Your communication, who lives a tricky thing
And I will make peace of mind
My mind ties when I see your face
I really gotta say, gotta say
But you know what you'll do from beginning to pining end
It'd be so nice to be naive
But that'll never ever happen to me
So I'll make do with all these last minute Gallipoli plans
And I will call not to see your face
I don't think I'm bitter cause that's not the case
And I will call not to see your face
Communication, who lives a tricky thing
And I will make peace of mind
Communication, who lives a tricky thing
And I will call not to see your face
And I will call not to see your face
