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[Куплет 1] You left your book On the window seat Folded page Where we used to meet Cold tea ring On the wooden grain Your sweater Still says my name [Қайырма] Tangerine telephone Ringing in a quiet room Every little memory Coloured like a faded june I pick up But it’s only tone Talking to a dial tone Tangerine telephone Calling from a time i knew [Куплет 2] We walked home slow Through the terraced rows Trading dreams Like secret codes You hummed a line That you never wrote I still hear it In my throat [Қайырма] Tangerine telephone Ringing in a quiet room Every little memory Coloured like a faded june I pick up But it’s only tone Talking to a dial tone Tangerine telephone Calling from a time i knew [Көпір] [Orchestral swell under rising vocal] I keep your letters in the second drawer Ink turned grey but i read them more Every margin full of almost-plans Tiny ships that never reached the sand [Part ii – verse 3] Sunday sun Through the cafe glass You traced stars On a paper nap Said “One day We’ll get out of here” But the one day Disappeared [Part ii – chorus] Tangerine telephone Buzzing like a distant fly All the words we never said Stacked against a cloudless sky I laugh once Just to feel it land Empty in my empty hand Tangerine telephone You’re the only alibi [Part ii – instrumental break] [Acoustic guitar and melodic bass duet with indian-style fingerpicking figure; slide guitar answers Light strings swell then fall away] [Part iii – coda] Now the house Has a different sound Same old stairs But a softer ground I set your book On the window frame Let the sun Erase my name [Part iii – refrain] Tangerine telephone Sleeping in a cardboard box I don’t need a line to you To feel the ticking of that clock I still hear your almost-song Hanging where the day goes wrong Tangerine telephone I can let it ring Then stop [Part iii – outro] [Wordless vocal “ahh” over slow orchestral swell] (Ooh) I can let it ring I can let it ring [Orchestra holds a suspended chord Then fades]
