What you've given to me, what you've given to me
What you've given to me
There's nothing wrong with you
The warmth of the sun
The lines are down
The wires no longer reaching
I'll be the wind in your leaves
I'm always tracing your footsteps
Broken telephone
I'm always tracing your footsteps
I'm always drawing your colors
What you've given to me
What you've given to me, what you've given to me
It's a hard world, it's a cold world
I went looking in all the wrong places
I went looking in all the wrong places
Higher and higher I am taken by
Higher and higher I am taken by
I'm always drawing your colors
The lines are down
What you've given to me
Higher and higher I am taken by
Connection's gone
I could never say what I mean
I could never say, what I mean
There's nothing wrong with you
I throw myself at nothing
Higher and higher I am taken by
It's a hard world, it's a cold world
I throw myself at nothing
Broken telephone
