The Phone Book
i'm here to watch your heart it's been faulty since the start
i'm the ribs in your chest
i'm not an angel, i never meant to make you cry
jumping through my hoops with dissention in the troops
and a smile and a sigh
what'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're shook
it ends with a kiss
it ends with a tear
it ends with the lights out
bathed in our fear
tell me nonsense
i don't want sincere
i saw the lightning
cut through the last winter skies of the year
stay with me
keep with me
Autor(es): Tom Smith