The Phone Book - Editors

I’m on watch here, so close your eyes and get some rest

I’m here to watch your heart, it’s been faulty from 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 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

What’s that over your shoulder?

Fear of getting older?

Stay with me

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