Words and music written by Michael S. McIntyre and Dean Friscic. Copyright 2025. Backing track and vocals created with Suno AI.
electronic
new age
darkwave
synthpop
tsunami
japan
sea
grief
loss
telephone
wind phone
Lyrics
For aeons wind and countless waves
Have carved this granite cliff
Your grief has etched upon your face
A look of cast adrift
You pause in front of some rocky steps
And when you read the sign
A shiver of recognition runs
Up and down your spine
It says come to the top and then you will see
How you can connect with eternity
My phone booth invites you in to use a telephone
Of the wind, of the wind, of the wind
The antique phone you take in hand
Has no buttons and has no dial
A note there says it only calls
The one who made you smile
Your words have reach, they cross the gulf
And in a way you both unite
You're thankful to the one who built
And knew just what to write
Let your voice be carried away
Let the wind hear you pray
There's so much that you'll impart
When you speak with all your heart
All your heart, all of your heart
Through a telephone of the wind