Call Me Home – Edie Carey – letras

It’s far too perfect an endAren’t I supposed to learn to bend in all kinds of unnatural ways?You’ve already seen me at my bestOh my GodYou’ve seen me undressedSo much for mysteryAnd on the count of tenSwear you’ll tell me the truthIs there a minefield under you too?And do you wanna run to the nearest telephone boothAnd call me?’Cause it’s not like I don’t know youAnd I don’t wanna throw youBut it’s damn near impossibleTo meet your gazeAnd the silence just isn’t the sameIt only feeds the flame and steers us clear of the blaze’Cause I’ve always tied myself to the deadest driest treesAnd I’ve been knownTo strike a matchAnd now I’m screamingLike bloody hell to be set freeAnd all you have to do boy is catchCatch my driftDrift to meThe only mystery is what your answer will beThe real mystery is whyI just won’t accept the truthThat I’ve been resenting redFor not being blueLike I’ve been resenting himFor not being youAnd not calling me home