The telephone’s getting hazy
The molecules are spreading apart
It looks more white than black
It’s a ghost of a telephone
Not ringing now
I’ve got a lot of ghosts in the telephone
It knows a lot of secret things
Telephone knows my name
It called me and I answered
To stop the bell
I maybe don’t need the telephone
It’s making a ghost out of me
So disintegrate you molecules
Merge with all the space around
I got the telephone blues
When I get up in the morning
I sure don’t want to hear that thing
I lose my sharp edges in the mellow tones
Telephone blues is haunting me
I want to go there
And find the ghost without a phone