[ti:Phone Booth In Heaven]
[ar:Jim White]
[al:Drill A Hole In That Substrate And Tell Me What You See]
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[00:00.00]Phone Booth In Heaven - Jim White
[00:43.70]Written by：Jim White
[01:27.41]Oh where are we going
[01:30.98]Oh where have we been
[01:34.76]Our hush a bye angel she's safe and tucked in
[01:41.91]I drive around town while
[01:45.07]You sit and watch the rain
[01:48.53]There's what you think with your heart and what I feel with my brain
[01:59.05]For those who plant
[02:00.68]Nothing but the seeds of the falling
[02:05.88]There is a phone booth in heaven that no one is calling
[02:13.05]It sits on a highway that leads nowhere
[02:19.88]I'll drop you a line next time I find myself there
[02:32.09]Remembering them days how we wore our weakness well
[02:39.01]There's some say that heaven can't exist without hell
[02:45.75]Well if the proof's in the pudding and that axiom's true somehow
[02:53.25]The heart of the matter escaped me and you
[03:03.31]For those who plant nothing but the seeds of the falling
[03:09.78]There is a phone
[03:10.99]Booth in heaven that no one is calling
[03:16.92]Though the ghosts of redemption might whisper odd promises
[03:24.22]I for one don't put
[03:27.18]Much faith in them specters
[03:35.97]Now the blueprint for sorrow
[03:39.18]Is just to put off the hurt 'til the price of tomorrow becomes
[03:46.45]More than love's worth
[03:49.92]'Til what's begged and what's stole is just the hollow
[03:55.03]Remains of some beautiful failure that we
[04:00.58]Cling to in vain for those who plant nothing
[04:10.83]But the seeds of the falling
[04:14.15]There is a phone booth in heaven that no one is
[04:19.22]Calling the truest word heard there
[04:24.53]Is the word that's unspoken 'cause you
[04:28.31]Can't mend what the good lord designed to be
[04:32.90]Broken oh where are we going
[04:43.55]My darling oh where
[04:47.20]Our sweetheart's in dreamland
[04:50.26]Please let her stay there we are two
[04:54.82]Separate people with two separate ways
[05:00.82]Until we come to our senses it's our sweetheart that pays