Phone call

Ecouter

Every time I call you home
I feel in your voice that you’re not alone
I sometimes hear whispers in the background
I even hear laughing in the background
on the telephone

It’s the last time I call you home
I can’t stand the way you play any more
Maybe you’ll hear me cry in the background
You may throw in the trash can our love that’s gone
and the telephone

I won’t come back home