Wrong Number

Written by：Robert Smith

Lime green lime green lime tangerine

Are the sickly sweet colours of the snakes I'm seeing

Lime green and tangerine

Are the sickly sweet colours of the devil in my dreams

Lime green lime green and tangerine

Are the sickly sweet colours of the snakes I'm seeing

Lime green and tangerine

Are the sickly sweet colours of the devil in my dreams

It gets to Friday and I give you a call

You know I'm getting kind of worried

No she doesn't seem herself at all

Lime green and a sickly kind of orange

I've never seen her like this before

I had the best laid plans this side of America

Started out in church and finished with angelica

Red and blue soul with a snow white smile

Can you dig it

Can you dig it

I had the best laid plans this side of America

Started out in church and finished with angelica

And now I dig it in the dirt

And I'm down here for a while

And I'm down here for a while

You've got to make up your mind and make it soon

Is there room in your life

For one more trip to the moon

Is there room in your life

For one more

Burn red red and gold

Are the deep dark colours of the snakes I hold

Burn red red and gold

Are the deep dark colours of the devil at home

She pulls me down just as I'm trying to hide

Grabs me by the hair and drags me outside

And starts digging in the dirt

For a not so early bird it's the only way

For her to get the worm

I had the best laid plans this side of America

Started out in church and finished with angelica

Red and blue soul with a snow white smile

Can you dig it

Can you dig it

I had the best laid plans this side of America

Started out in church and finished with angelica

And now I dig it in the dirt

And I'll be down here for a while

Down here for a while

And much too late

Sorry wrong number

Sorry wrong number