Simona Perez Cruz — My desire is weak

Don't wonder parked outside my door; you don't live here anymore.
I was begging for a sign, now I'm learning to be fine.
And the bassline is a blanket,
And the guitar is a scar; I've been tracing all our borders in a room without a star.
Frozen doubt, frozen cold, holding to nothing at all.
Frozen doubt, frozen name, I still whisper it the same.
If I dial the number now, will you answer anyhow,
Or will I just hear the tone of a love I've always known alone?
Frozen doubt, frozen cold, holding on to nothing at all.