Sorry, what is your name?
Ah yes, your name is Honey
I called only to hear a kind voice
That would not ask too many questions, that would only give certainty
Making me think of moonscapes or expanses of snow
Hands grazing ocean ridges, breath in phone lines
I'm still dressed like this to say, I didn't even want to call

Erotic hotlines at six euros per beat
To find peace to a neurotic disorder
To the sense of loneliness that I have and that you have
Shanghai housewives
Who pretend to be milf or trans to feed children with their wallets
Of men under stress, the voices of Brussels call centers
That for every shot they give away a free SMS
To be consumed on Christmas Day
When we are so lonely to call

Sorry, what is your name?
Come on, tell me the real name
Tell me what you see in front of you, don't lie, please
Children making sneakers or other beautiful women
In the garden of Eden with synthetic plants
Hands grazing ocean ridges, breath in phone lines
I'm still dressed like this to say, I didn't even want to call

Erotic hotlines at six euros per beat
To find peace to a neurotic disorder
To the sense of loneliness that I have and that you have
Shanghai housewives
Who pretend to be milf or trans to feed children with their wallets
Of men under stress, the voices of Brussels call centers
That for every shot they give away a free SMS
To be consumed on Christmas Day
When we are so lonely as to call

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