44 Calls (Unplugged)

Got my calling

16 years old

Saw no angel

like some old story told

I was born

with a heavy foot

No shoulders to cry on

but I can get you the goods

How I hate the sound

Of your heart when it breaks

It's getting harder baby, harder to take

When I leave you my hands they shake

I’ve got 44 calls to make

44 calls to make

88 grams to shake

22 bones to break

Got 44 calls to make

 

Teenage girls screw their heads

Just to have a look

Little scraps of glory

For a small time crook

Oh find me the cure

For my racing mind

I just wanna sleep

But my phone rings all the time

How I hate the sound

Of your when heart it breaks

It's getting harder baby, harder to take

When I leave you my hands they shake

I’ve got 44 calls to make

44 calls to make

88 grams to shake

22 bones to break

Got 44 calls to make

I think the Gospel is happening here tonight

I saw a big fat shooting star

Like in the Book Of James, burning bright

Or maybe it was headlights heading my way

Still got 44 calls to make

44 calls to make

88 grams to shake

22 bones to break

44 calls to make

See my hands shake

Four days awake

Way more than I can take

I’ve got 44 calls to make