Sunday At Noon - Thunder Lyrics

Shiver
I'm cold as ice girl like the winter
Every time I call
You cut the cord off of your ringer

Why won't you touch me I touch you why won't you touch me too?
Maybe one day you'll pick up the phone and we'll talk it through
I'm sick and tired of finding ways to get rid of you

Come on! Get Some!

Splinter
Cut myself baby I bleed glitter
Like a homing bomb
Cardiac arrest I'm a quitter

Hit it
Tell me what you want and I'll get it
Cuz I'm not that far
Throw you up on the table split it

Under
Can you hear it beneath the thunder
Dial tone
Don't call back I'll throw my phone under

[Thanks to info.sq1mgt for adding these lyrics]