for 20 days the telephones
stay numb
but i still hear the words of yours
whispered
i'm glad to hear from you again
i know your city's occupied
and there's no one to be found alive
aggressors marking every door
with the sign of the cross
but i believe you're hidden well
so deep
no one's still found i heard the news
i hope i only hope that you're alive
and with the razors of the rain
i'm cut
do know i have my own ruins
to lie under
i promise i will take you home
i promise i will take you home