[female
vocals] (
Soft,
melancholic
piano
chords) (
Deep,
rhythmic
bass
hums
in
the
distance)
Oh,
Musa.
I’
m
just
here
in
the
quiet.
Waiting
for
the
world
to
bring
you
back
to
me.
It’
s
been
a
while
since
April
eighteenth
The
last
time
I
saw
your
face
in
the
light
Every
day
since
has
been
a
struggle
to
breathe
Trying
to
hold
onto
you
with
all
of
my
might
We
talk
on
the
phone,
I
see
you
on
the
screen
But
pixels
can’
t
replace
the
warmth
of
your
skin
I’
m
living
inside
of
this
beautiful
dream
Where
the
silence
is
heavy
and
the
walls
are
closing
in
I
miss
you,
Musa,
my
love,
my
missing
rib
My
heart
is
a
house
where
you
used
to
live
The
nights
are
so
long
when
I
think
of
your
smile
I’
ve
been
waiting
for
you
for
such
a
long,
long
while
Come
back
to
Kampala,
make
it
real
again
I’
m
tired
of
the
waiting,
I’
m
tired
of
the
pain
I
need
your
touch,
your
kisses
in
the
night
Just
hold
me
close
and
make
everything
right
I
don’
t
want
to
dream
about
you
anymore
I
want
your
presence
walking
through
my
door
You
are
my
sweetheart,
my
king,
my
man
I’
m
reaching
out
to
you
as
hard
as
I
can
Why
does
the
distance
feel
like
a
blade?
Every
memory
is
a
ghost
in
the
shade
I
need
you
to
prioritize
us
for
once
I’
m
counting
the
days,
I’
m
counting
the
months
I
miss
you,
Musa,
my
love,
my
missing
rib
My
heart
is
a
house
where
you
used
to
live
The
nights
are
so
long
when
I
think
of
your
smile
I’
ve
been
waiting
for
you
for
such
a
long,
long
while
Come
back
to
Kampala,
make
it
real
again
I’
m
tired
of
the
waiting,
I’
m
tired
of
the
pain
I
need
your
touch,
your
kisses
in
the
night
Just
hold
me
close
and
make
everything
right
When
will
you
hold
me
tight,
babe?
Tell
me
you’
re
coming
home
I’
m
sick
of
the
screens,
I’
m
sick
of
the
phone
I
need
the
reality
of
you
here
with
me
My
love,
you’
re
the
only
one
I
need
to
see
I
miss
you,
Musa,
my
love,
my
missing
rib
My
heart
is
a
house
where
you
used
to
live
The
nights
are
so
long
when
I
think
of
your
smile
I’
ve
been
waiting
for
you
for
such
a
long,
long
while
Come
back
to
Kampala,
make
it
real
again
I’
m
tired
of
the
waiting,
I’
m
tired
of
the
pain
I
need
your
touch,
your
kisses
in
the
night
Just
hold
me
close
and
make
everything
right
Come
home
to
Kampala,
Musa.
I’
m
waiting
for
you.
My
king,
my
heart.
Just
hold
me
tight. (
Fade
out
with
soft,
melancholic
piano)