Just your room, just your bed.
Where you slept, where you bled.
Another memory strikes again,
A reminiscent streak of pain.
Your home is merely a mourning tomb.
A mourning flowers fill your room.
Posters smile down from your purple walls,
You were the only one who called at all.

You left me here, alone.
Youre flying high, Im on my own.
The note is all you left behind,
Its dying words still cloud my mind.
The ghost of you still haunts this place,
Water still streams down my face,
I cannot stop the tears,
And emptiness burns my ears.
Alone, I sit here on my own,
With just a Dial Tone.

Where you laughed, where you cried,
Where I stood silently at your side.
Another day, another knife,
Another useless, wasted life.
Your bed still warm from where you lay,
I was with you on that dreadful day.
I saw no sign, no clue,
Of what your mind was running through.
You said youd ring, You said youd call.
But you never called at all.
The rain falls like tears on your windowsill.
Everything is still.
Youre there out in the bleary sky,
You left me here to wonder why.
Left me here to mourn, alone,
With just a Dial Tone.

Here I am, Here I lie.
With someone else to watch me cry.
"Talk to someone, on whom you depend".
You were my only friend.
I still remember those days,
You'd call, You'd come, You'd stay.
Now there are just closed doors.
And I've nowhere else to go.
So I still ring your phone,
To no answer, Just a tone.
The note still clutched tightly in my hand.
I wish that I could understand.
I've no phone calls.
You were the only one who called at all.
You left me here alone,
With just a Dial Tone.