Chorus
The other end is just heavy breathing
I bury the phone in clover
Back where the light is streaming
I carry it on my shoulders
My shoulder, without her
Without her
Verse
Photographs of familiar faces
Kept hidden and folded over
Blankets of torn out pages
And I carry it on my shoulders
My shoulder, without her
Without her
Bridge
Did it glow in the dark?
Was there a choir winding on!
Can you hear me at all?
It’s only your name repeating green and wide
Bolts of white iris tenderize
Sobs from the silo
Hung, dried, left for tomorrow
Chorus
The other end is just heavy breathing
I bury the phone in clover
Back where the light is streaming
I carry it on my shoulders
My shoulders, my shoulders
Without her, without her
Without her, without her