Mo Ti Dé

Mo ti dé
Ṣí ilẹ̀kùn fún mi

You were telling me about your evening
I could hear the dishes in your sink
I said the signal might be breaking
Standing closer than you think
One small bag against the railing
Your old street beneath my shoes
I let you finish what you were saying
Then I knocked instead of saying soon

Mo ti dé
Ṣí ilẹ̀kùn fún mi
Mo ti dé
No more sleeping on the phone

You stood there laughing at my jacket
Said the weather here was never cold
Then you stopped and held me quietly
Like you weren't ready to let go
We had talked for hours every evening
Now we couldn't find a thing to say
You took my bag into the bedroom
I put the kettle on and stayed

Mo ti dé
Ṣí ilẹ̀kùn fún mi
Mo ti dé
No more sleeping on the phone

Má tún dágbére fún mi
Not tonight, not tonight
Leave the phone beside the charger
I can hear you from this side

Mo ti dé
Ṣí ilẹ̀kùn fún mi
Mo ti dé
No more sleeping on the phone

Mo ti dé
Ṣí ilẹ̀kùn fún mi
Mo ti dé
No more sleeping on the phone

Mo ti dé
Ṣí ilẹ̀kùn fún mi
Mo ti dé
No more sleeping on the phone

I can wash the other cup
You can tell me how you've been
Mo ti dé
Let the evening begin