The other end is just heavy breathing I buried the phone in clover Back where the light is streaming I carried it on my shoulders My shoulder, without her
Without her
Photographs are familiar faces Kept hidden and folded over Blankets are torn out, pages mad Carried it on my shoulders My shoulder, without her Without her
Did it glow in the dark? Was there quiet winding up Can you hear me at all? ItÂŽs only a name between the green an white Bolts, our eyes were tenderized I try, left for tomorrow
The other end is just heavy breathing I buried the phone in clover
Back where the light is streaming I carried it on my shoulders My shoulders, my shoulders Without her, without her Without her, without her