The Answering Machine

We flew here to see you
 My feelings and I
 I looked down on the city
 From up in the sky
 The sun was reflecting
 From the roofs and the water
 Spring had come early
 In the parks and the old town
 I came with a mission
 To patch up a dream
 We walked and I talked and my words were absorbed
 Into the answering machine
 I came two thousand miles
 Just to take a look at you
 But you were broken and frozen
 A heartbreak of a statue
 In the bullet-proof mirrors
 Where your eyes used to be
 I stared at myself and I called for some help
 Into the answering machine
 The day slipped by and I tried and tried
 You took me home and you said
 "Goodnight, Sleep tight"
 On the floor by the bedroom door
 I watched you sleep and I left before first light
 The bugs don't bite
 The bugs don't bite
 The bugs bite
 From the land of the frozen
 To the land of the low
 We journeyed together
 But we were always alone
 So if I should come calling
 Best not pick up the phone
 Cause I'm no good for you and you're no good for me
 Let me talk to the answering machine
 I can cope with the answering machine
 I'm a friend of the answering machine