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 youre 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 hes so technical
Or I've absolutely nothing to do

Recycle all my photographs
Ill leave a picture of the queen
And no one has to know I was there

Me, I'm so ashamed
Youre all connected to my number
And the conversations only polite

Ill wear my old grey raincoat
Just in case youre 'confidential
Make up stories like the screen fades away

Today its in a taxi
By the station, and its raining
And I wonder how they all made it before