The Thermostat, The Telephone - Elsinore

You told me so openly, love

That I’m all you’ve been thinking of

You wouldn’t go back on that now

You followed along from the start

And all that you brought was your heart

A pumping machine in your chest

And, this is how it is.

This is how it is

I’m turning off the telephone

The thermostat inside my home

I’ll have the mail held back for weeks

And still this is no guarantee

I’m doing everything I can

I’m letting the temperature drop

And hoping this clicking might stop

The chemical balance is off

You traded your heart machine in

For one on the television

The hours and dollars you spend

And, this is how it is.

This is how it is

This is how it is

This is how it is.

This is how it is

This is how it is

I’m turning off the telephone

The thermostat inside my home

I’ll have the mail held back for weeks

And burn the furniture for heat

I’m doing everything I can

You’re hanging like the Hindenburg

Inside my head

I’m putting out the fire

But it’s not looking good

I don’t believe a word you say

Can California be that great?