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If you move your lips a little closer to the phone
cnd if I cover up my eyes, I'm not alone
I can feel your hand touching my neck
cnd against my skin, your hot breath
From where I stand, I can see the signal tower
Catching the setting sun in the golden hour
The gilded girders and the satellite dishes
Facing the great beyond, catching all the wishes
There's a sudden crackling coming down the line
Transmission may be lost at any time
But there's a sound that when I hear it feels like coming home When you move your lips a little closer
To the phone