On the Line

You've got a voice that keeps me on the line
Say I owe tax? But the call’s traced to Brunei
I'm in the city, finding it hard to breathe
Kids on the tram living out my fantasies

(Then it goes) I keep thinking that I'll lose track of the time
(When it goes) Then one day I would wind up dead on my side
(Then it goes) I keep thinking that I’ll lose track of the time
(When it goes) Then I'll wake with one last stop on the line

I keep thinking that I'll lose track of the time
Then one day I would wind up dеad on my side
I keep thinking that I'll lose track of the timе
Then I'll wake with one last stop on the line

It's a bug that bites, it's a sleepless night
I'm a little tired, my pale blue light