Rotary Phone
John Dinsmore, Peter Kesper, Mark Kesper, Neville Quinlan
The evening breeze reveals a chilly moon
Through the yellow shaky chrysanthemum
You wind me up just like a rotary phone
On the outskirts of some forgotten song
My eyes spark just like a sweater taken off
In the dark that I knew when I was young
And it's o my love
O my love
O my darkness
Where have you gone
On Niagra Street beside the slaughterhouse gates
You look cute, shading your eyes from the sun
I knew a guy who used to come here
But he'd always drink alone
In the static of my mind
I'm rising up just like the spark
That I knew when I was young
And it's o my love
O my love
O my darkness
Where have you gone
