Carina Round Follow

Pick up the phone,
I'm pregnant with your baby.
I wanted you to know,
the dreams I've been having lately

I wake up, I walk out from an explosion and the city speaks in sirens.
In the wreckage is my angel of devotion,
a dying light inside him.
And I try to tell you something but my mouth fills up with water.
You say, "finally you found me"
and suddenly I'm drowning.

Pick up the phone,
I'm trying to say sorry.
The things that you should know
are weighing heavy on me

Well it's nothing can't be fixed with a hot bath and
a fifth of mother's ruin,
or forgot for the duration
with deranged and maybe even,
drunken sex with strangers.
And his wife didn't stop crying for at least a week, he told me,
"but at least she got the kids and half a million".
I just assume that she was sleeping.

And I fall in love in the only way that I know
as I dive into the mouth of a hungry volcano.
And I walk not recognizing sad reflections
as I lay next to the next one
with you on my mind.

Pick up the phone,
Pick up the phone,
Pick up the phone,
I let the wrong one go.