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 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)

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