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