The Phone Still Warm from Your Voice

Lyrics

The call ran twenty minutes, then the line went thin
Your voice a small bright lantern from a far-off world
I set the phone down gently on the kitchen sill
Still warm against my palm, still warm

You told me of the harbour and the rain on glass
I told you of the garden and the gate that sticks
We both said we were fine, and we were not quite lying
Fine is a word we wear on the long-distance line

And the clock between us ticks in two different hours
Yours already evening, mine still afternoon

The phone is still warm from your voice
Still warm, still warm, so I stay
I hold it a little longer than I need
As if the miles might fold away
The phone is still warm from your voice
And the quiet in the room has your name
Until the screen goes dark, I'm not alone
Until the screen goes dark, you came

I washed the single cup and set it on the rack
Two cups, I almost reached for, out of habit's sake
The light fell gold and slanting down the hallway floor
And I swear that I could hear you breathe

Say it once more, say the small thing
Say you'll ring on Sunday, say you'll try
I will keep the number by the window
Keep the light on, keep the sky

The phone is still warm from your voice
Still warm, still warm, so I stay
I hold it a little longer than I need
As if the miles might fold away
The phone is still warm from your voice
And the quiet in the room has your name
Until the screen goes dark, I'm not alone
Until the screen goes dark, you came

Still warm, still warm
Until Sunday, still warm