Text: Spandau Ballet. Communication.

Communication always leaves me 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 it 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, I'm left here

Telex or tell me but it's always second-hand
I'm incognito but no rendezvous been planned
Dictate or relate I could send it to your home
"Return to sender" I could sing it down the phone

Communication let me down
And I'm left here
Communication let me down
And I'm left here, I'm left here, I, I, I

Dictate, relate
Dictate, relate

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, oh no
Well no

Communication let me down
And I'm left here
Communication let me down
And I'm left here, I'm left here, I, I, I

I'm left here
I'm left here
I'm left here
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