No-one likes to be alone
Coming down on the telephone
Across the city across the sea
And come back baby connect to me

Don't you let us into your heart
Back with 3-1 to the start
Sweet little wounds of theraphy
So come back baby connect to me
And the phonecalls, and the shooting stars
And the fun you'll never know, just never know

And the phonecalls, and the shooting stars
And fun you'll never know, just never know
And the phonecalls, and the shooting stars
And the fun you'll never know, just never know

No-one likes to be alone
Coming downs better on your own