The Answering Machine - Marillion

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