I don\'t think I can hear you anymore
The crickets have taken over
If only I could understand
I would know if you were speaking through them
Maybe I\'ve gone deaf to your white noise
But there are no hands to give me a sign
Maybe you\'ve just left
And it\'s up to me to bring you back
Sometimes I get angry
I feel you\'ve given up
Either that, or I\'m frustrated
For doing that to myself
Maybe you\'ll come back one day
When you\'re ready, or feel that I am
But for now I\'ll be calling on you
Every now and then
Until you finally pick up
Where are you?