.denwa

These hot days just keep continuing.
Are you doing okay? I'm worried.
You know that I'll be steady.

I feel awkward just talking to you over the receiver,
But we both feel the same way.
It's natural. It didn't go as well as I thought.

So far, so far, we're separated from each other.
There are even times we spend all night talking over the phone.

Even though my heart is frail, out of the deep darkness, some light manages to shine.
You and I laugh and cry together.
With you living in some other city,
I can't bring us together.
But I'm here.

The sky is dank, with a hurricane ripping through in the distance.
Both at once? What horrendous weather.
I feel even lonelier.

The night makes the floors, doors, and walls,
Seem impossibly vast.

The window rattles from the harsh wind.
Let's stay connected by the receiver,
And keep talking until we're too tired to go on.
With you living in some other city,
I want you to understand.
We're not alone.

Even the weather report can't capture it,
How we've been separated.
Still it looks like these hot days,
Are going to continue.

The clouds begin to part the rain is letting up,
But you and I are still wet,
From the laughter and tears we share.
With you living in some other city,
I can't bring us together.
But I'm here.