[Intro – soft electric guitar, warm bass, restrained drums] [Phone vibration] [Female vocal – sleepy] Hello? ... No. You've got the wrong number. [Pause] Yeah. Pretty sure. [Longer pause] You alright? [Verse 1 – intimate conversational female vocal] Two seventeen, phone beside my bed, Stranger on the line saying sorry again. Should've hung up. Nearly did. Then you laughed like you'd had enough of this shit. Didn't ask your name. You didn't ask mine. Just two tired voices on borrowed time. You said you'd had a really bad night. I said: [Female vocal – dry] “Yeah. You sound fucking terrible.” [Pre-Chorus – gentle build] And somehow that worked. You laughed again. So I stayed for another minute. Then ten. [Chorus – warm melancholic punk vocal] Wrong number, right fucking night. Don't know your face, don't know your life. You don't know me, so there's nothing to hide. Just a stranger breathing on the other side. Wrong number. Don't hang up yet. We've got nothing we need to forget. [Instrumental – melodic guitar line] [Verse 2 – slightly quicker conversational delivery] You told me about a job that you hate, A train you missed, someone you shouldn't have dated. I told you my neighbour is probably a spy. You said that's ridiculous. [Female vocal] That's exactly what a spy would say. You asked what I wanted when I was sixteen. Rock star. Obviously. You? Something sensible. Can't remember what. [Pause] Guess neither one worked out. [Female vocal – softly] Could be worse. [Pre-Chorus] Funny what you'll tell someone you'll never meet. No history to protect. No version of yourself you've got to keep. [Chorus – fuller] Wrong number, right fucking night. Don't know your face, don't know your life. You don't know me, so there's nothing to hide. Just a stranger laughing on the other side. Wrong number. Don't hang up yet. Morning can wait another minute, I guess. [Instrumental Break – warm distorted guitar, restrained punk drums] [Bridge – instruments sparse] [Female vocal – close] At four-oh-three you finally asked: “You know I've got the wrong number, right?” [Pause] Yeah. I know. [Long pause] “So why are you still there?” [Female vocal] Dunno. Why are you? [Silence] [Drums slowly return] You said: “Fair point.” [Final Verse – rougher emotional delivery] Then the sky got lighter, birds started up, You said you should sleep. I said, “Probably should.” Neither of us moved for another five minutes. Like hanging up would somehow ruin it. No promises. No “call me sometime.” No swapping names. No grand goodbye. Just— “Take care, yeah?” “You too.” [Shout-sung, emotional] AND THAT WAS FUCKING IT! [Brief stop] [Female vocal – quieter] Which was kind of the point. [Final Chorus – large emotional punk vocal] Wrong number, right fucking night. Never saw your face. Never knew your life. For a couple of hours we had nothing to hide. Just two complete strangers on either side. Wrong number. Then morning came. You disappeared without leaving a name. [Female vocal – warm] Hope you're alright. Wherever you are. [Outro – clean guitar] [Female vocal – conversational] Phone rang again the next night. [Pause] Different number. [Long pause] Insurance company. [Female vocal] Fuck off. [End]
