think of something to say
i'll hear right after the delay
these thoughts go so fast
don't they?
i have your number
and half of your address written down
it's written on the back
of this piece of paper i carry around
like the weight in my heart
pushing my feet into the ground
knowing it wouldn't be so hard
if you were here right now
oh no i just heard that sound
i think my phone card's running out
the last words i said
that went flying across the ocean
were "my love..."
and this dead air it splits us
with a clean cut, not broken
my love...
my love...
think of something to say
i hear right after the delay
you're coming home to me in may