Editors
Editors - THE PHONE BOOK lyrics
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I'm on watch here So close your eyes and get some rest I'm here to watch your heart It's been faulted from the start I'm the rips 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 inside. 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 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 up Bathing our fear Tell me nonsense I don't want to see I saw the lightning cut through the last winter sky of the year Stay with me Keep with me...