Leonard Cohen - Waiting For Marianne lyrics

I have lost a telephone with your smell in it I am living beside the radio all the stations at once but I pick out a Polish lullaby I pick it out of the static it fades I wait I keep the beat it comes back almost alseep Did you take the telephone knowing I'd sniff it immoderately maybe heat up the plastic to get all the crumbs of your breath and if you won't come back how will you phone to say you won't come back so that I could at least argue