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