The Answering Machine

We flew here to see you My feelings and I I looked down on the city From up in the sky The sun was reflecting From the roofs and the water Spring had come early In the parks and the old town I came with a mission To patch up a dream We walked and I talked and my words were absorbed Into the answering machine I came two thousand miles Just to take a look at you But you were broken and frozen A heartbreak of a statue In the bulletproof mirrors where your eyes used to be I stared at myself and I called for some help Into the answering machine The day slipped by and I tried and tried You took me home and you said "Goodnight. Sleep tight." On the floor by the bedroom door I watched you sleep and I left before first light