Текст песни Dahling - The Phones Are Dead

the phones are dead
because they´ve rested their heads on you
and the cobbled streets and the snow

you know you sing
sing the sunset into shape
and hear the silence follow

If you go blind
you´ll find me waiting in the corner of your eye
and I´d wait for all of this life
as I know it

the phones are dead
a failing voice
a thousand nights
but never a night like this
and no way to show it