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The moon has gone
After spending the sleepless night wondering how I became
Just a voice,
that gets lost on the other side of a phone that doesn't work well

Maybe it's too late to understand
That where I go your train doesn't take me
Maybe it's me who stays silent this time
I have to hang up, I'll call you later

And I write again with the lights off
I am without being and I lose my calm
Fleeing from the harm that words do
I don't look at your photos or read your letters.

Another day goes by
That leaves the calendar
While screaming that it will never come back
It leaves me with doubt in my pockets
And the silence of loneliness

Maybe it's too late to understand
That I am who I am and the world is as it is
Maybe it's you who will leave this time
I have to hang up, I'll call you later

And I write again with the lights off
I am without being and I lose my calm
Fleeing from the harm that words do
I don't look at your photos or read your letters

And I write again with the lights off
I am without being and I lose my calm
Fleeing from the harm that words do
I don't look at your photos or read your letters

And I write again with the lights off
I am without being and I lose my calm
Fleeing from the harm that words do
I don't look at your photos or read your letters

And I write again with the lights off
I am without being and I lose my calm
Fleeing from the harm that words do
I don't look at your photos or read your letters