No one likes to be alone Coming down on the telephone Across the city, across the sea And come back, baby, connect to me Wrote you a letter, sent to your heart And backwards rewinds to the start And sweet little words of therapy To come back, baby, connect to me And the phone calls And the shooting stars We'll be fine Oh yeah, never mind, just never mind And the phone calls And the shooting stars We'll be fine Oh yeah, never mind, just never mind And the phone calls And the shooting stars We'll be fine Oh yeah, never mind, just never mind No one likes to be alone But coming down's better on your own