New Amsterdams - Stay On The Phone Lyrics
One waitress outside ofPhone booth, South CarolinaSits, keeps killing timeRolls her eyes, roll of dimes.Speak of this sick surrounding sinTears me from limb to limb with handI don't know how to let it goThis far away from home.One word was mistaken.Context that it was taken fromWrite it down, it must be soundIt must be true.I hope you can hear meMy only sanctuary asked,