And I know that, you call, call, call And I know every winter I came home I'm always worried that you read my text and forget I miss your bones, I miss your bo-ones I can feel, I can feel the distance A-getting under my ski-I-I-in I know, we both got plans to disappear
And I know that, you call, call, call And I know every winter I came home I'm always worried that you read my text and forget I miss your bones, I miss your bo-ones
Aye, aye, aye And dammit I just wanna feel your bones Against my bones Your bones on my home Baby, maybe, we can fall asleep on the telephone
O-o-ohh telephone, o-o-ohh telephone Fall asleep, on the telephone O-o-ohh telephone, o-o-ohh telephone Maybe, we can fall asleep on the telephone O-o-ohh telephone
I miss your voice, this is why these are written And I see your smile as I sit here singin' I know, you got plans So could you call me before you disa- disappear?
And I know that, we write these notes We git the gah- we got this hope And I'm always worried when you read my text That you're a wreck, when I Say I'm not coming ho-ome
And aye, aye, aye And baby I just wanna feel your, feel your bones I miss your bones Your bones on my home And baby I just wanna feel your, feel your bones
We fall asleep, on the telephone, aye We can fall asleep, on the telephone O-o-ohh telephone, o-o-ohh telephone We fall asleep, on the telephone O-o-ohh telephone, o-o-ohh telephone Maybe, we can fall asleep, on the telephone O-o-ohh telephone
And baby I just wanna feel your, feel your bones wanna, feel your, feel your bones And baby I just wanna feel your, feel your bones Wanna feel your, feel your bones
Compositor: Joel Alexander Faviere ECAD: Obra #42698842