Cell Phone Says

Cell phone says your name But I don't even hear it ring The July in winter, and September spring Where way up north is the warmer weather So, together we take the call And we hold the line through the static sprawl Though the distances traveled are expanding still We meet in dreams by the lilac river Oh, giver of empathy It is a gift so bitter that you brought to me 'Cause I feel what they're feeling, and I know that they're free And the freedom they take is the earthly burden Please deliver their angel eyes On the wings of moths and dragonflies Through the morning and evening, their sun set my sunrise Let them come to me like the breath I'm taking