Текст: Spandau Ballet. True. Communication.

Communication always leaves in incomplete
the grass is greener,but it's grown beneath my feet
love inspiration is a message on a wing
but I have left in the words you'll never sing
communication let me down
and I'm left here
communication let me down
and I'm left here
telex or tell me but it's always second-hand
I'm incognito but no rendez-vous been planned
dictate or relate I could send it to your home
"return to sender" I could sing it down the phone
I'm sitting and waiting by the telephone
waiting for the bell to ring
short change fumble
dial-a-heart trouble
and I ain't got time for searching through the rubble
communication let me down
and I'm left here
communication let me down
and I'm left here