I call you cause I know you ain't home It's much to my surprise you'll pick out the phone No excuses to be made for calling you this hour For calling so late You asked me how I've been and I say Find somehow I'm running out of words Don't think you hear my voice It's not worth the nickel and dye And I might be running out of time And I'm frozen and I'm spoken Milton, when it comes to you I am frozen and I'm spoken Got me on board I'm standing on a corner in a sleazy phone booth Your brain and stills and buckets I've got nothing to lose Here I am, here I'm and running Here I am, I got nothing to lose So what? I can hit bells ring As if to be kind You tell me that you miss me So what? And as if to be kind You say you want to kiss me Get off the phone I just want to go home And sleep it all up just like a sneaky cold But you got me on Oh, and I'm frozen And I'm spoken Milton, when it comes to you I am frozen and I'm spoken Got me on board I'm frozen and I'm spoken