Flowers from 1970

One day, a man from 1970 gave me a call
 He had dirty blonde hair and compared to me, he's pretty tall
 He had lime green eyes and bigger hands I wish that I could hold
 And we'd spend 8 in the evening talking on the telephone
 He's so full of himself and he likes making sadistic jokes
 But there's something that I'm so in love with in the way he spoke
 And the way he draws, the way he sings along to his guitar
 If only the distance between us wasn't so that goddamn far
 When I'm talking to him, that's the happiest I'll ever be
 And he makes me feel so special, I love it whenever he
 Compliments me, tries to hide the fact that he's obsessed with me
 Went through trouble sending me flowers from 1970
 As I'm falling for him more and more, the more it'll hurt the day he leaves
 And when I hear his voice, it's like it's straight out of a dream
 I would do things for him that completely messes my routine
 So even just for a minute, it'd feel like he's right next to me
 I would take time out of busy days so I could hear his laugh
 Listen to his favorite songs while staring at his photograph
 I needed him, I wanted him, right person but wrong time
 And on September 9, the telephone cord cut the line
 But you said it yourself, flowers from 1970 couldn't last that long and you were my Flower
 And for one last time I said Goodbye, old man
 You said You take care of those flowers, wrong number
 When I'm talking to him, that's the happiest I'll ever be
 And he makes me feel so special, I love it whenever he
 Compliments me, tries to hide the fact that he's obsessed with me
 Went through trouble sending me flowers from 1970
 (When I'm talking to him, that's the happiest I'll ever be
 And he makes me feel so special, I love it whenever he
 Compliments me, tries to hide the fact that he's obsessed with me
 Went through trouble sending me flowers from 1970)
 Oh when I'm talking to him, that's the happiest I'll ever be
 And he made me feel so special but it broke me when he
 Asked for closure, proof that in 1970, a man
 Who didn't even exist yet had loved me
 You said you just can't have your heart in 2020 with me
 When your heart belongs there in 1970
 Maybe in another life, we'd do the things we couldn't do
 So I'd hold you in my arms and tell you how much I love you
 One day, a man from 1970 gave me a call
 Now my only memories of him are handprints on the wall
 And that faded green paint, three familiar words were written under
 Once upon a time, same room, same house, fifty years apart
 We had loved each other