Sharapov & ENIGMAN - Calling Your Name

I rehearse what I won't say, then I'll say it anyway.
I'm calling your name into the dark of my room,
Hoping it reaches you like it used to, like it used to.
I'm calling your name till the silence starts to shake.
Every echo sounds the same.
I'm calling your name, your name.
Your name.
Your name.
Coffee's cooled on my nightstand.
Unread text in my right hand.