The Cure - Wrong Number lyrics

Lime green, lime green and tangerine

The sickly sweet colors of the snakes I'm seeing

Lime green and tangerine

The sickly sweet colors of the devil in my dreams

Lime green, lime green and tangerine

The sickly sweet colors of the snakes I'm seeing

Lime green and tangerine

The sickly sweet colors of the devil in my dreams

It gets to Friday

I give you a call

You know I’m getting kind of worried

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?

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

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

The deep dark colors of the snakes I hold

Burn red, burn red, burn red and gold

The deep dark colors 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?

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

“Hello? Are you still there?”

And much too late . . .

“Sorry . . . wrong number.”

“I’m sorry you have the wrong number.”

"Yeah... sorry, wrong number."