I Called, You Waited Up - Lo-Fang

There’s no violin to play

Give it back an empty case

I found a deeper set of strings

I wouldn’t injure

What’s left too safe

There’s no orchestra to sing

To conductor flailing limbs

To control the holy choir

Flying higher

In harmony

You can take a picture if you want

But you’re gonna have to give me something that you own

Give me something that you’ve never taken care of

The way you know

And I remember what I am

To forget where I am from

I gave all my heart to children

That I gave up bein' a son

I called, you waited up

I called, you waited up

I called, you waited up

I called, you waited up