Текст песни
In Boston I try to call you
You don't pick up, I forget it's 3 am
In a cabin I try to call you
You don't pick up, I forget that I'm in the air
I shouldn't fly all this way just to not have you here
Well do you find solace in the fact we're all gonna die
Or does it freak you out
Cause I can't find a single reason for this to feel fine at all
In New York I try to call you
Thank God you're alive
I love you
What time is it where you are
What time is it in my arms
What time is it where you are
What time is it in my arms
What time is it where you are
What time is it in my arms
What time is it where you are
What time is it in my arms
Now everything is quiet
I reach on to what I know is real
A bird calls outside and I wonder what you feel