The story
He waits up for the call that never quite arrives.
He sits in the blue glow of a phone screen after the house goes quiet, turning the hour over while every message stays unanswered. The clock keeps moving, the room keeps still, and the conversation he wants hangs in the dark between one ring and the next.
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Lyrics
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