Hold the Line

Are you

still there? Yeah. Me too.

You said you should get some sleep.

I said, "Yeah, I probably should."

Then neither one of us hung up.

We just listened to the room.

I heard a car outside your window.

You heard me turn off the light.

There was nothing left to talk about,

but I didn't wanna say goodnight.

So don't say it yet.

Don't make it end.

Give me another minute.

Then another one again.

Stay on the line.

Stay a little longer.

(ooh) You don't have to say a thing.

I just like you being there.

Stay on the line.

Let the whole night disappear.

If I close my eyes,

you almost feel like you're here.

You laughed because I yawned.

I said, "That wasn't me."

You said, "You're such a liar."

I could hear you smiling.

Then it got quiet again.

Not the kind that makes you leave.

The kind where no one's talking,

but no one wants to be free.

Don't say goodnight.

Not just yet.

I know tomorrow's coming.

It can wait.

Stay on the line.

Stay a little longer.

(yeah) You don't have to fill the silence.

I already know you're

there. Stay on the line.

Let me hear you breathe.

For a couple more minutes,

don't be somewhere I can't reach.

You say, "I really have to go."

I say, "I know."

You don't move.

Neither do I.

Then you whisper, "Okay.

You hang up first."

I laugh. (hahaha)

"No.

You."

Stay on the line.

Just a little longer.

(ooh, yeah) We can waste another hour.

I don't care.

Stay on the line.

Till the morning finds us.

You don't have to say you miss me.

Just stay

there.

You still there?

...Yeah.

Good.