The other end is just heavy breathing
I bury the phone in clover
Back where the light is streaming
I carry it on my shoulders
My shoulders
Without her
Without her

Photographs off familiar faces
Kept hidden and folded over
Blankets are torn out, pages and
I carry it on my shoulders
My shoulders
Without her
Without her

Did it glow in the dark?
Was there a choir winding on
Can you hear me at all?
It's only your name repeating green and wide
Bolts of white iris tenderize
Sobs from the silo
Hung, dried, left for tomorrow

The other end is just heavy breathing
I bury the phone in clover
Back where the light is streaming
I carry it on my shoulders
My shoulders, my shoulders
Without her, without her
Without her, without her