Jackie Kay - Dusting the Phone lyrics

I am spending my time imagining the worst that could happen. I know this is not a good idea, and that being in love, I could be spending my time going over the best that has been happening. The phone rings heralding some disaster. Sirens. Or it doesn't ring which also means disaster. Sirens. In which case, who would ring me to tell? Nobody knows. The future is a long gloved hand. An empty cup. A marriage. A full house. One night per week in stranger's white sheets. Forget tomorrow, You say, don't mention love. I try. It doesn't work. I a**ault the postman for a letter. I look for flowers. I go over and over our times together, re-read them. This very second I am waiting on the phone. Silver service. I polish it. I dress for it. I'll give it extra in return for your call. Infuriatingly, it sends me hoaxes, wrong numbers; or worse, calls from boring people. Your voice disappears into my lonely cotton sheets. I am trapped in it. I can't move. I want you. All the time. This is awful – only a photo. Come on, damn you, ring me. Or else. What? I don't know what.