The Phone Book

I'm on watch here

So close your eyes and get some rest

I'm here to watch your heart

It's been faulted from the start

I'm the rips in your chestI'm not an angel,

I never mean to make you cry

Jumping through my hoops

With dissension in the troops

And a smile insideWhat's that over your shoulder?

Fear of getting older

Stay with me.Sing me a love song

From your heart or from the phone book

It don't matter to me

I'm an apple, you're the tree

I won't fall when you shookWhat's that over your shoulder?

Fear of getting older

Stay with me.It ends with a kiss

It ends with a tear

It ends with the lights up

Bathing our fearTell me nonsense

I don't want to see

I saw the lightning cut through the last winter sky of the yearStay with me

Keep with me...