The Phone Book
I'm on watch hereSo close your eyes and get some restI'm here to watch your heartIt's been faulty from the startI'm the ribs in your chestI'm not an angelI never mean to make you cryJumping through my hoopsWith dissention in the troopsAnd a smile insideWhat's that over my shoulder?Fear of getting olderStay with meSing me a love songFrom your heart or from the phonebookIt don't matter to meI'm an apple, you're the treeIt won't fall when you're shookWhat's that over your shoulder?Fear of getting olderStay with meIt ends with a kissIt ends with a tearIt ends with the lights outBathed in our fearsTell me nonsenseI don't want to seeI saw the lightningCut through the last winter sky of the yearStay with meKeep with me