Red Receiver

Sons and Daughters

Phone phone the red receiver at the end of the bed it keeps getting clearer 
Rings run running around me 
Untying the ribbons for the good of the family 
And your dear friends gathered together 
You were looking for trouble now your losing your temper
Cold feet in London 
Useless confetti 
No groom 
No first kiss

No diamonds for the girl
Don't look in the side of the wardrobe
The white dress hangs tall as a tightrope
Clothes piled high in a suitcase
Better get moving fast for it's too late 
And you dear friends gathered in darkness 
Formed a search and followed their partners
So phone phone the red receiver at the end of the bed but no one will be here