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?
It's only a name between the green an white
Bolts, our еyes were tеnderized
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