I will never tell you,
The only time we talk is in my mind.
I will never, ever tell you,
The only time we talk is in my mind.
I write letters in my bedroom,
Read the words, and then erase them,
But they're burned here on the inside,
on the inside of my mind.
After I die, you'll get a call
From the other side you will have my reply
Coming through on a pink telephone
Pink Telephone...
Feel it in the air now.
On the wind, in the outer spaces.
It is written on your palm,
And in the dot of your eye.
I will never tell you.
The only time we talk is in my mind.
I will never ever tell you,
Exactly what I'd like to say
After I die, you'll get a call,
From the other side you will have my reply,
Coming through on a pink telephone.
Pink telephone...
In the tears you cry,
You'll see what's been on my mind,
See it now
In the tears you cry
(Pink telephone)
You'll see what's been on my mind
(On a pink telephone)
Working with her friend and co-producer Nick Sanborn (of Sylvan Esso), Wasner crafts a unique, atmospheric sound, combining electro-pop synths, guitars, and wind instruments, while tastefully altering and layering her own resonant vocals. jmand300
If you have a fondness for expertly wrought roots-rock with sharp lyrics and aching vocals, look no further—“Strangers” is for you. Bandcamp New & Notable Jan 8, 2022