Текст песни
You sign your name
In the fog on the window
Block letters leaning
Like they might fall
Isabablla Volkov
Ink on my notebook
I trace it once more
Till the lines blur
Isabablla Volkov
You live in the margins
Between what I said
And what I meant
Every time I breathe out
I write you again
Isabablla Volkov
On the edge of my tongue
You're a storm in a glass
A beginning half-spun
Coffee gone cold
In a chipped white cup
Your chair still turned
The way you left it
Your scarf on the hook
Holding your perfume
Like a held breath
That never finished
Isabablla Volkov
You live in the margins
Between what I said
And what I meant
Every time I breathe out
I write you again
Isabablla Volkov
On the edge of my tongue
You're a storm in a glass
A beginning half-spun
If I open the door
Will you be there
Laughing? (oh)
Boots on the floor
And your questions crashing
Say my name once
I'll follow that sound
Till the ink runs out
Till the pages drown
Isabablla Volkov
You live in the margins
Between what I said
And what I meant
Every time I breathe out
I write you again
Isabablla Volkov
On the edge of my tongue
You're a storm in a glass
A beginning half-spun.....Isabella Volkov