And she lies quietly amid her empty room 

And probes her open heart to verify the wound 

She receives the phone call, 

she rewinds the message tape 

She walks to the window 

Lets her sweat pour down the fire escape 

CHORUS: I am listening to you, I am listening to you 

You don抰 say a word, you don抰 have to 

Frozen in the hour the thought of going on 

Feels real and unreal until the feeling抯 gone 

Like a boy the begs for bread the snapshot is all there is 

To remind us of our place and 

return us to the hungry masses 



CHORUS 



And she lies motionless beneath the ceiling fan 

The blades become invisible 

and she becomes intransed 

No one knows the future and no one cares about the past 

But when a star is dying we all cling to what can not last