Still-hunting through the night
secretly entertaining
great hopes of expectation
Endless moments icing the silence
hearing your voice
my ultimate salvation

With hopes up high
and breath taken
the phone's ringing
one, two, three...four times
CLICK
The answering machine starts lying
about the importance of my call
Stifling every sound
it makes me feel so small
just another one out of all

Left behind, hanging on a silent line
I hold on to the sound of your voice
released by that darn machine
beep...a gap... beep
further ...no noise

09/01/2002

Posted on 02/20/2002
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