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.