Composed and produced by Alan Whittaker 


Don't Hang Up 

A lovers quarrel ends in tears 
Pregnent stifling atmosphere 
Fraying tempers hit the ceiling 
A thousand daily routine things
Idle gossip, rumoured flings 
A chance remark (that) sparks this feeling

Don’t hang up …
Don’t say goodbye……

Your words are fizzing through my head
I take back everything I said 
The situation’s out of hand 

Don’t hang up …
Don’t say good bye…
Silence on the phone 
Hopeless and alone ….
It’s not by choice …
I need to hear your voice 

It’s funny how the fight begins 
When no one folds ….and no one wins 
The deeper wound is now revealed  
The trivial cut and thrust of love 
A barb of steel, the velvet glove
I pray it’s not too late to heal 

I know I have to make this call 
And though it makes no bones at all 
Emotion working overtime
my hand is shaking 

Don’t hang up
Don’t say good bye…
Hanging on the phone 
Helpless and alone ….
It’s not by choice …(my only)
I need to hear your voice

Don't hang up (demo)

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