What was it like?

How was it then?

To stand on a stage

With just a mic and a name

And cherish it all with a friend.

People just heard

And little they saw

But the words were enough

Yeah the words were enough

To entertain them all.

Oh...

How beautiful it was to me

How beautiful it was to me

How beautiful it was to me to listen to simplicity

I wonder how it used to be.

When the telephone rang.

How did it go?

How did it die?

To talk to a face in a neighbor place

Telling story of a coffee and pie.

People said what they meant

It was heard on the spot

You either tell the truth

Or make a bad excuse

Or you would lie and get caught.

Oh...

How beautiful it was to me

How beautiful it was to me

How beautiful it was to me to show your personality

I wonder how it used to be.

When the telephone rang.

Will it ever come back

Or is it already gone

To meet your friends on the street

Or kick a ball with you feet

And make it home when the lights come on.

Oh...

How beautiful it was to me

How beautiful it was to me

How beautiful it was to me to use your curiosity

I wonder how it used to be.

When the telephone rang.

When the telephone rang.