A Phone Call from Far Away

My skin is starting to smell like you
My eyes will miss yours, oh so blue, but
Maybe they're green
We never really knew
And I'll miss your fingers in my hair
I'll miss the way you always stare when I cry
I cry

And maybe the distance won't be so bad
Maybe the first time I hear your laugh
I'll cry

And you'll stare in my eyes
If they're green or they're blue
You'll be there
And you'll stare in my eyes
If they're green or they're blue
And you'll hold me, hold me, hold me



Credits
Writer(s): Ciara Nichole Sosnowski
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