You could have been quite something

Nothing that they’d ever seen

Breaking hearts like bones in the summer

And breaking hearts through the tv screens

But I think I know you

Seen your type before

You wanna kiss the neck of the ghost that you wear and hit the floor

And i know how you’ve been feeling

You spelt it out in the snow

With the tip of a lit cigarette you said its time to leave you’ve got no place to go

You keep me hanging on

Oh on the telephone

I feel you’re getting cold

Oh well I’m here for a little joy control

You could have stolen all the world

Right out from under their throats

Why’d you turn you’re back on it all and hit the road

You don’t want to stop me from feeling

Just want to make me cry

Oh it really works for you baby, I don’t know if it’s been like that a while

You keep me hanging on

Oh on the telephone

I can’t take much more

Oh well I’m here for

Oh well I’m here for

Oh well I’m here for joy control

You keep me hanging on

Oh on the telephone

I can’t take much more

Oh well I’m here for a little joy control