Twist, click, twist.

The present is soon the past.

Twist, click, twist.

Will the promises,

that are dripping out of our mouths, last?

Finally, the cassette is ready.

Though, I'm still here waiting for you, steadily.

Speakers on, tape recorder in.

I grab my pillow & lay next to the speaker,

To pretend happiness exists again.

& now, I can sleep with ransom;

As the recording plays an angelic anthem.
Your voice.