Julia Shortreed
In my hand – Julia Shortreed
The telephone is ringing on the floor
No-one can hear, I was on a boat
A flock of birds are warbling in the sky
No-one can hear, I’ve left the port
“I loved you but you don’t” you said
How can I tell you that I needed more time
“I loved you but you don’t” you said
How can you say that I’m a ruthless guy
Where do I go, and how do I end
Thousand of nests are left in my garden
What can I hear in the light in the darkness
Is this a hope you left in my hand
If I could build our days
If I could change our mind
If I could tell you to stay by my side
We’ll make it alright
Where do I go and how do I end
Thousand of nests are left in our garden
Can you hear my voice in this night in this brightness
Is this a hope you left in my hand