Post-coital

I heard you calling
And calling again
My phone is ringing
Its off the hook, again
I heard you talking
Talking to your friends
My ears are ringing
But I'm off the hook, again

I tried to tell you
I slipped right through your hands
Again and again
But you never understand

The summer is coming
Its in the wind
The winter is gone
And not coming back, just yet
The beach is crawling
With children in the sand
The parents will call them
But they will not answer, ever again

I tried to tell you
I slipped right through your hands
Again and again
But you never understand
I'll never do that again
I'll be there until the end

The winter is coming
Its in the wind
The autumn is gone
And not coming back, ever again
The beach is crawling
With children in the sand
The parents will call them
But they will not answer, ever again

I tried to tell you
I slipped right through your hands
Again and again
But you never understand
I'll never do that again
I'll be there until the end