Broken Telephone

I'll be the wind in your leaves

The warmth of the sun

I'm always drawing your colours

I'm always tracing your footsteps

It's a hard world it's a cold world

I could never say what I mean

I went looking in all the wrong places

There's nothing wrong with you

Broken telephone

The lines are down

The wires no longer reaching

Connection's gone

Higher and higher

I am taken by what you've given to me

Higher and higher

I am taken by what you've given to me

What you've given to me

I'll be the wind in your leaves

The warmth of the sun

I'm always drawing your colours

I'm always tracing your footsteps

It's a hard world it's a cold world

I could never say what I mean

I went looking in all the wrong places

There's nothing wrong with you

Broken telephone the lines are down

I throw myself at nothing

I throw myself at nothing

Higher and higher I am taken by

What you've given to me...