Track 6 of the album Small Hours, Slow Light · 2021
Your Voice Comes Home Through the Wire
by Wren Hallett
“A voice that comes home through the wire, a little late and a little tired. I wrote it for someone who always rang after midnight.”
singer-songwriter · romantic folk · late-night ballad · 3:36
Lyrics
Your voice comes home through the wire A little late, a little tired You tell me it's already tomorrow where you are I tell you that the moon is on my window like a scar But your voice comes home through the wire And the whole room turns to gold Oceans in between us, but I'm warm against the cold Say it again, say it slow Say the small things I should know Your voice comes home through the wire You describe the street outside you, the noodles from the stall The rain that wets the awning, the bicycle on the wall I close my eyes and borrow every sight Until it's almost morning in my night Your voice comes home through the wire And the whole room turns to gold Oceans in between us, but I'm warm against the cold Say it again, say it slow Say the small things I should know Your voice comes home through the wire Don't hang up yet, I like the quiet too The breathing on the line that says I'm here with you Eleven hours is only a number It cannot touch the thread beneath the slumber So tell me what you're having for your tea And I will hum the tune you left for me We'll count the weeks, the calendar, the days Until the door and you and morning's haze Your voice comes home through the wire And the whole room turns to gold Oceans in between us, but I'm warm against the cold Say it again, say it slow Say the small things I should know Your voice comes home through the wire Through the wire Home through the wire Goodnight, my love, goodnight