No one likes to be alone Coming down on the telephone. Across the city across the sea, Come back baby connect to me. Wrote you a letter sent to your heart, Backwards rewinds to the start: 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, nevermind, just nevermind. And the phone calls And the shooting stars: We'll be fine. Oh, yeah, nevermind, just nevermind. And the phone calls And the shooting stars: We'll be fine. Oh, yeah, nevermind, just nevermind. No one likes to be alone, But coming down's better on your own.