Take a message, leave a number
Read the writing on the wall
No one's home so slide it under
There'll be someone they can call
Half a cup of half-baked measures
Just the cure for all your ills
Take a sip now you'll feel better
But your glass will never fill
All the seams now seem to matter
All the seasons now have changed
So much glass when one pane shatters
All the pieces go unclaimed
Leave a message, take a number
Read the writing on the wall
First the rain and then the thunder
I'm so sorry no one's called
All the memories have been settled
All the colors start to fade
Don't you know why they made heaven?
Send the ones that went unclaimed