Flowers From 1970

One day, a man from 1970 gave me a call
He had dirty blonde hair and compared to me, he's pretty tall
He had lime green eyes and bigger hands I wish that I could hold
And we'd spend 8 in the evening talking on the telephone

He's so full of himself and he likes making sadistic jokes
But there's something that I'm so in love with in the way he spoke
And the way he draws, the way he sings along to his guitar
If only the distance between us wasn't so that goddamn far

When I'm talking to him, that's the happiest I'll ever be
And he makes me feel so special, I love it whenever he
Compliments me, tries to hide the fact that he's obsessed with me
Went through trouble sending me flowers from 1970

As I'm falling for him more and more, the more it'll hurt the day he leaves
And when I hear his voice, it's like it's straight out of a dream
I would do things for him that completely messes my routine
So even just for a minute, it'd feel like he's right next to me

I would take time out of busy days, so I could hear his laugh
Listen to his favorite songs while staring at his photograph
I needed him, I wanted him, right person but wrong time
And on September 9, the telephone cord cut the line

But you said it yourself, flowers from 1970 couldn't last that long, and you were my flower
And for one last time I said Goodbye, old man
You said You take care of those flowers, wrong number

When I'm talking to him, that's the happiest I'll ever be
And he makes me feel so special, I love it whenever he
Compliments me, tries to hide the fact that he's obsessed with me
Went through trouble sending me flowers from 1970

(When I'm talking to him, that's the happiest I'll ever be
And he makes me feel so special, I love it whenever he
Compliments me, tries to hide the fact that he's obsessed with me
Went through trouble sending me flowers from 1970)

Oh, when I'm talking to him, that's the happiest I'll ever be
And he made me feel so special, but it broke me when he
Asked for closure, proof that in 1970, a man
Who didn't even exist yet had loved me

You said you just can't have your heart in 2020 with me
When your heart belongs there in 1970
Maybe in another life, we'd do the things we couldn't do
So I'd hold you in my arms and tell you how much I love you

One day, a man from 1970 gave me a call
Now my only memories of him are handprints on the wall
And that faded green paint, three familiar words were written under
Once upon a time, same room, same house, fifty years apart
We had loved each other