A record player
Stands by your door
It's playing some old melody
As i watch you work

It's playing some old melody
As i watch you work
Your fingers move fast
And tap out the rhythm

Your fingers move fast
And tap out the rhythm
I sit on your bed,
Waiting to be noticed

I sit on your bed,
Waiting to be noticed
I watch you intently
And you start to turn

I watch you intently
And you start to turn
Your hands lay still
And you begin to speak

Your hands lay still
And you begin to speak
Just awhile longer,
You say and turn back

Just awhile longer,
You say and turn back
I lay down, a tear escapes
Running down my cheek

I lay down, a tear escapes
Running down my cheek
Neither of us notice
That the music's skipping

Neither of us notice
That the music's skipping
It repeats endlessly,
In an infinite loop

It repeats endlessly,
In an infinite loop,
Black disc turns
Needle hopping

Black disc turns
Needle hopping:
A record player
Stands by your door