Do you need the service
Do you need to call me daily
Do you have reasons for calling at all
Is something on your mind?
Is something wrong? I get the feeling
That you're laughing at my quiet surprise
My silhouette is changing
As I'm aging by your window
And I focus on a light by your face
Call me `the operator'
Making comments "he's so technical"
Or "I've absolutely nothing to do"
Recycle all my photographs
I'll leave a picture of the queen
And no one has to know i was there
Me, I'm so ashamed
You're all connected to my number
And the conversation's only polite
I'll wear my old Grey raincoat
Just in case you're `confidential'
Make up stories like "the screen fades away"
Today it's in a taxi
By the station, and it's raining
And i wonder how they all made it before
