The Other Side

See you on the other side
Beyond these filthy fields
Across the minefields of the years
See you on the other side
I don't have very long
The Operator wants change I don't have
I can't be sure I hear you well
The crackling insect static swells
Your lips pressed on the plastic part
Of some reciever at the heart
Of some foreign country, across a silent sea
For me you're made of memories
Their colors faded, incomplete
Are you on the other side?
Do you really wait for me?
Memories are like photographs
They alter and curl beneath the light



Credits
Writer(s): Steven Nuzum
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