The Phone Book – Editors – letras

I’m on watch hereSo close your eyes and get some restI’m here to watch your heartIt’s been faulted from the startI’m the rips in your chestI’m not an angelI never mean to make you cryJumping through my hoopsWith dissension in the troopsAnd a smile insideWhat’s that over your shoulder?Fear of getting olderStay with meSing me a love songFrom your heart or from the phone bookIt don’t matter to meI’m an apple, you’re the treeI won’t fall when you shookWhat’s that over your shoulder?Fear of getting olderStay with meIt ends with a kissIt ends with a tearIt ends with the lights upBathing our fearTell me nonsenseI don’t want to seeI saw the lightning cut through the last winter sky of the yearStay with meKeep with me