BROKEN TELEPHONE Verse 1 I saw you where the market ends, Blue lilies folded in your hands, A new shirt, that familiar scent, A hopeful man who knew where he went. You smiled like someone told you so, Like every locked door said, “Come home,” But I was standing out of sight, Wondering who rewrote that night. Pre-Chorus I said, “Maybe, if he’s sorry, Maybe someday I could try.” How did “maybe” turn to “darling”? How did silence learn to lie? Chorus Broken telephone, Passing heart to heart, Someone changed a word, Someone changed the part. By the time my whisper Found its way to you, A “maybe I could forgive” Became “I’m waiting here for you.” Now you’re walking to my doorway, Blue lilies and a heart of hope— Oh, broken telephone, What have you done? Verse 2 I closed the garden gate too fast, Leaned against it with the past. One month of silence filled the air, Yet somehow love was walking there. Perhaps a friend improved the line, Another made the ending kind, Until the truth I barely said Became a love note in your head. Pre-Chorus No one meant to make a promise, No one meant to make you run, But a sentence passed through many hearts Can become another one. Chorus Broken telephone, Passing heart to heart, Someone changed a word, Someone changed the part. By the time my whisper Found its way to you, A “maybe I could forgive” Became “I’m waiting here for you.” Now you’re walking to my doorway, Blue lilies and a heart of hope— Oh, broken telephone, What have you done? Bridge And now I hear your footsteps Coming slowly down my street, While I rehearse a thousand words That disappear before we meet. How can I save your hopeful eyes Without betraying mine? Strange how words can cross a city, But not the space from heart to mind. Final Chorus Broken telephone, You carried hope too far, Turned one uncertain candle Into a burning star. Now you’re standing at my doorway, Blue lilies trembling in your hand, And I’m searching for a language Both our wounded hearts can understand. Outro You came because they said I’d forgiven... I stayed because I didn’t know. Between your flowers and my silence— One broken telephone.
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