| We flew here to see you | |
| My feelings and i | |
| I looked down on the city | |
| From up in the sky | |
| The sun was reflecting | |
| From the roofs and the water | |
| Spring had come early | |
| In the parks and the old town | |
| I came with a mission | |
| To patch up a dream | |
| We walked and i talked and my words were absorbed | |
| Into the answering machine | |
| I came two thousand miles | |
| Just to take a look at you | |
| But you were broken and frozen | |
| A heartbreak of a statue | |
| In the bulletproof mirrors where your eyes used to be | |
| I stared at myself and i called for some help | |
| Into the answering machine | |
| The day slipped by and i tried and tried | |
| You took me home and you said "goodnight. sleep tight." | |
| On the floor by the bedroom door | |
| I watched you sleep and i left before first light | |
| The bugs don't bite | |
| The bugs don't bite | |
| The bugs bite | |
| From the land of the frozen | |
| To the land of the low | |
| We journeyed together | |
| But we were always alone | |
| So if i should come calling | |
| Best not pick up the phone | |
| Cause i'm no good for you and you're no good for me | |
| Let me talk to the answering machine | |
| I can cope with the answering machine | |
| I'm a friend of the answering machine |