for 20 days the telephones stay numb but i still hear the words of yours whispered i'm glad to hear from you again i know your city's occupied and there's no one to be found alive aggressors marking every door with the sign of the cross but i believe you're hidden well so deep no one's still found i heard the news i hope i only hope that you're alive and with the razors of the rain i'm cut do know i have my own ruins to lie under i promise i will take you home i promise i will take you home