I wait for you (By the telephone)

*The song is preceded with multiple applications of an organoleptic device which makes a sound recognizable to use as that of the familiar greeting "hello"*

Her:
The time has come to say goodbye;
I turn my cheek, I try not to cry.
There's nothing to say, there's no one to blame;
I don't know when we shall meet again.
A house without you is not our role;
it's a lonely place, a dark old place.
So I think of you by the telephone,
and I see your face, your warm embrace.

Him:
Paris, Frankfurt, Moscow, Bombay...
so many nights, so far away.
New York, Tokyo, Geneva, and Rome...
My heart would grow cold without the telephone.

She: When I find I'm far from home...the telephone
He: The telephone.
She: That keeps me from feeling alone...the telephone
He: The telephone.
She: When I'm feeling sad and blue...the telephone
He: The telephone.
She: That connects me straight to you...the telephone
He: The telephone.

*At this point there is a certain ringing noise coming from the telephone*
Her: Hello?
Him: Hello.
Her: 'So good to hear your voice again. I miss you...
Him: I miss you too.
Her: You'll call again tomorrow?
Him: Of Course.
Her: All right then...goodbye.
Him: Goodbye.

*click*

Her:
Restaurants and hotel rooms, it's never the same without you.
And the foreign faces and the foreign streets wouldn't be half bad with your arms around me.
The buses and the trains and the tickets and the travel and the parties and the people and the meetings and the battle,
for they just don't mean a thing. When the telephone rings, my heart sings.

Him:
Paris, Frankfurt, Moscow Bombay,
so many nights, so far away.
New York, Tokyo, Geneva, and Rome,
my heart would grow cold without the telephone.

She: When I find I'm far from home...the telephone
He: The telephone.
She: That keeps me from feeling alone...the telephone
He: The telephone.
She: When I'm feeling sad and blue...the telephone
He: The telephone.
She: That connects me straight to you...the telephone
He: The telephone.

*The song concludes with a final few rings*