I'm old enough to remember love letters
That's what we wrote before emails and text messages
I'd spend ages on pages of love lines I'd never use
If you wrote me one back, the paper it'd smell just like you

Now if you want me, you can call me
And I can just answer the line
But if you getting no reception
Then maybe let's go back in time
And I'll meet you in the moonlight
I'll sneak out to the end of your street
And I'll kiss you, like the old times
Back in the place we would meet

If we wanted to talk, then I'd have to call your home
And your mum, she would answer, and ask me, "How did school go?"
And then you'd grab the phone and we'd talk for hours until
Your dad would come home and he'd ask who was paying the bill

Now if you want me, you can call me
'Cause now I've got my own line
But if you getting no reception
Then maybe let's go back in time
And I'll meet you in the moonlight
I'll sneak out to the end of your street
And I'll kiss you, like the old times
Back in the place we would meet
And I'll kiss you, like the old times
Back in the place we would meet

Ninety-five
When nobody had a phone
What a time to be alive
I can't believe how it's flown

We grew up and moved on
How did life get so busy?
And you got that big job and a dog and a house in the city
We weren't in touch, but I often thought about you
And I couldn't stop crying the night I read the news

If you want me, you can call me
But nobody's calling the line
No reception in heaven
But maybe we go back in time
And I'll meet you in the moonlight
I'll sneak out to the end of your street
And I'll kiss you, like the old times
Back in the place we would meet
And I'll kiss you, like the old times
Back in the place we would meet
And I'll kiss you, like the old times
Back in the place we would meet