Lyrics:

"The Phone Call"
It's seven in the evening on a Wednesday in June. Lying on the bed, I listen to my music and contemplate the handful of flies I find in my hand. This summer parenthesis is like a swamp of quicksand; I scan the opposite bank with water up to my ankles, but I don't know how to move: I'm afraid of sinking with every step. "It's just a matter of waiting for next fall," she said.
In summary, I'm an asshole.
The phone rings, I try not to notice. None of my folks answers.
The phone does not stop: I get up, determined to answer or break it.
- Hello.
My tone sounds like "fuck you".
- You are here?
Thirty seconds of silence.
- Hi.
- Are you busy tonight?
- No, I have nothing special planned.
- Would you like to go to the cinema with me? 
- Fantastic. When?
- At the first show. But maybe you need to eat something.
- Never mind, I don't eat, I never eat. I mean, not tonight. Where can we meet? 
- Under my house. All right?
- Perfect.
I swallow my tonsils, hang up and dash into the hall. 
Then I go back to pick up my heart and run away.



"It Is Over"
[verse]
I think it's going to rain.
Don't touch me, thank you. 
Those butterflies fly too close to the lamppost: they will burn their wings.
How do you do it?
Don't you ever get confused?
What a hospitable heart.

[chorus]
It doesn't matter anymore. 
Anyway, how much time do you want?
Just one night. This one night. 
All right?

[verse]
It is over.
So you didn't think you were so important to me?
I don't know what else I should have done to make you understand.
You want to get some distance from me before you really fall in love with me.
Really fall in love with me, yeah.
No, I actually don't believe you.

[chorus]
It is over.
You want to get some distance from me before you really fall in love with me.
Really fall in love with me, yeah.
No, I actually don't believe you.

[outro]
Anyway, how much time do you want?
Just one night. This one night. 
All right?