2 teens, 1 phone.

You're at home,

but it's not my house anymore.

I'm not living there

'cause I'm not loving you much more.

Staying around the phone,

you're waiting for some news

about our old love.

But you can't understand I'm not there,

I'm not there anymore.

Time is running fast and faster,

you're desperate,

now you're alone and

the phone isn't ringing at all.

When the promise was spell

you and me were so young,

so we never thought about 

it would be broken up,

someday.

When you arrive home

stay around the phone,

I need to tell you so much secrets

which I've kept for so long.

But the phone never rang out.

At home, although you were there, staying around.

The point is it's not my house anymore.