pretend they’d all gone astray
pretend it’s all been forgotten
pretend i’m flying away in something softer than cotton
pretend it all falls on you
pretend i gave you away
we’ll look for something to do / they’ll search for something to say
dialing up your number is a most unwelcome game
recall my changes of heart but still forgetting my name…
and though we’re better apart i still want someone to blame…