Do you need the service?
Do you need to call me daily?
Do you have reasons for calling at all?

Is something on your mind?
Is something wrong? I get the feeling
That you're laughing at my quiet surprise

My silhouette is changing
As i'm aging by your window
And I focus on a light by your face

Call me `the operator'
Making comments "he's so technical"
Or "I've absolutely nothing to do"

Recycle all my photographs
I'll leave a picture of the queen
And no one has to know I was there

Me, I'm so ashamed
You're all connected to my number
And the conversation's only polite

I'll wear my old grey raincoat
Just in case you're `confidential'
Make up stories like "the screen fades away"

Today it's in a taxi
By the station, and it's raining
And I wonder how they all made it before