Dialtone Songtext
von Tom Lark

Overnight the bike got stolen
All the sparkles were overflowing
Lighting up the whole street
The bitter taste was so sweet
And then the day you wore my raincoat
It was a night that felt like hell froze
Burning up my cold feet
Bet the power bill was so steep

She′s so chilled to the bone
Dialing at the tone
Life is but a magazine
When you skip the pages in between
Chilled to the bone
Driving till the dawn
A life comprised of memories
Cemented by their sympathy


Out of pocket from all the payback
They found the needle in the haystack
You were the closest by a mile
You were the closest all the while
But then you're worried about the future
And how the present just don′t suit ya
When you stay up so late
Just hoping for some new age to begin

She's so chilled to the bone
Dialing at the tone
Life is but a magazine
When you skip the pages in between
Chilled to the bone
Driving till the dawn
A life comprised of memories
Cemented by their sympathy

Chilled to the bone
Dialing at the tone
Life is but a magazine
When you skip the pages in between
Chilled to the bone
Driving till the dawn
A life comprised of memories
Cemented by their sympathy

Then you find there's sympathy, oh yeah