[Verse 1] I saw you at the market end, 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 Made it back to you A maybe I could forgive Turned into I’m waiting here for you Now you’re at my doorway Blue lilies and hope Oh, broken telephone What have you done? [Verse 2] I closed the garden gate too fast, Leaning on the past. One month of silence filled the air, Yet somehow love was walking there. A friend improved the line, Another made the ending kind, Till what 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 Made it back to you A maybe I could forgive Turned into I’m waiting here for you Now you’re at my doorway Blue lilies and hope Oh, broken telephone What have you done? [Bridge] And now I hear your footsteps Coming slow down my street. I rehearse a thousand words That disappear before we meet. How can I save your hopeful eyes Without betraying mine? 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 at my doorway Blue lilies in your hand And I’m searching for a language Both our wounded hearts can understand Broken telephone Passing heart to heart Oh, broken telephone What have you done? [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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