
The phone book
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 faulty since the start
I'm
the ribs in your chest
I'm
not an angel,
I
never mean to make you cry
Jumping
through my hoops
With
dissension in the troops
And
a smile and a sigh
What's
that over your shoulder?
Fear
of getting older
Stay
with me
Sing
...