Your Favorite Color

How does a flower grow
In the desert without water?
Phone booth is ringing
All the things I've seen
Hoping it's you on the other end
Answer the phone
I barely hear your voice
I'm left with memories
And nothing more
The ones you love will leave
Will leave you
It's no one's fault
No one's, no one's
Am I awake or am I dreaming?
Phone booth rings, your voice is coming through
I see a rose, dew on the petals
Your favourite colour
Your favourite colour
Your favourite colour
Your favourite colour