The Michael Franks Anthology: The Art of Love lyrics

I've been waiting to meet you
I know you're out there somewhere
Are you waiting to meet me too?
Every morning I start out
Maybe today
Every night turn my heart out
Maybe tomorrow
When I wander in dreamtime
I feel you come closer
Tell me is it the same with you?
You stand on a cliff overlooking the ocean
Below on the beach
I am caught in slow motion
And there we're face to face

Here we are again
That fatal combination
I guess it's opposite attraction
It's gone too far again
This crazy conversation
It's like a nuclear reaction
Lady your lip service has no rival
Don't you know deception is uncouth?
Didn't you read somewhere in the Bible
Not to bend the truth?
If you think your lip service will amaze me
You're utterly confused - that much is clear

When Sly calls
The profit speaks
When Sly calls
The secret leaks
The sky falls
The dice are tossed
The war is won
The battle's lost
When Sly calls
It's thirteen takes
When Sly calls
The summer breaks
The sky falls
The rain begins
And on the box some Leon spins
To insulate me from the icy aftershock I feel each time
That Sly calls
(Don't touch the phone)
I am not here