Do you need the service?
Do you need to call me daily?
Do you have reasons for calling at all?
Is something on your mind?
Is something wrong? I get the feeling
That you`re laughing at my quiet surprise
My silhouette is changing
As i`m aging by your window
And I focus on a light by your face
Call me `the operator`
Making comments "he`s so technical"
Or "I`ve absolutely nothing to do"
Recycle all my photographs
I`ll leave a picture of the queen
And no one has to know I was there
Me, I`m so ashamed
You`re all connected to my number
And the conversation`s only polite
I`ll wear my old grey raincoat
Just in case you`re `confidential`
Make up stories like "the screen fades away"
Today it`s in a taxi
By the station, and it`s raining
And I wonder how they all made it before