Wrong Number

Must be the wrong number Of an ordinary man All the things you should've known Now you want to get high and forget City, ocean, dial tone The silence it spreads between us, and And you keep running to your burning house You do it to, you do it to yourself There's so much to remember Promises shot through with doubt You don't need to give me answers Just send me the mountains you dream about And you keep running to your burning house You do it to, you do it to yourself And I'm waiting for the call And I'm waiting for the call We invent and we eavesdrop (we invent and we eavesdrop) We invent and we eavesdrop Waiting for the fall And you keep running to your burning house You do it to, you do it to yourself You holding a flame to your heart And I do it too, I do it myself