Stolen Moments

Pick up the phone
Then put it away
Why do my hands shake
So many before
Unending array

What will I do now?
So much has gone
Those footsteps don’t ring

Lost until I hear
The sound of your voice
It drags me away
The sound of your voice
Drags me away

What do I do now
As the photos they fade
Feel it sink like a roof in the rain
Slowly lower
What do I do now
Screaming out in the dark and the fear
Waiting only for it to draw near
Even lower
Oh how long is now
Answers pass through my fingers
Stretched out
Gone already with barely a sound
Is it over
But where are we now
Thеy’re still hoarding the moments
Thеy stole
While the rest of us out in the cold
Slowly smoulder
And it burns
And it grows
And it burns

The sound of your voice drags me away