Текст песни

You're asleep when I wake, that's the way it goes.
I'm gone when your morning starts and the ache just grows.
So I dial you up and I hold on tight, hope you pick up,
Hope you pick up tonight.
I get home late and the hook is bare.
Your message says you're out, be back soon, take care.
I read it twice and turn the light off low,
And picture you in a city I've never seen go.
I do the sums on my fingers, 10 hours, 11,
The clock won't agree.
I hold the phone up like it's a promise,

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