The wall breaks on the phone if at all, if you call
A hole from which to see your head
If words are dead
A hole from which to see your head
If words are dead
Some things always stay the same
How you looked wet from all the rain
Like lavender the smell of your hair
Silly errs postponing your despair
And I'll wait, I'll wait
Take a ticket to my own fate
Maybe I'm too late
And this wall breaks on the phone it at all, if you call
A hole from which to see your head
If words are dead
Some things always stay the same
How you looked wet from all the rain
Some things always stay the same
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