Next To Oil Paintings

I think I've finally lost it The tears all dried up 3PM now, I've been lying here Waiting something thats left Watching the shadows They pass and they fall Listening to voices they're all laughing On the other side of the wall And I cry OOOooo 24 Pairs of eyes One for each hour of time I wait for the phone to ring, I still don't know why I understood what you said across the line Holding numbers in my hands Almost dialing them again Put them back on the clock's face and then Fall back to my pillow And I cry OOOoo Something's different when you smile You can't hide anything I'm like a sketch next to oil paintings A copied print from originals Somewhere were on the other side After the moon is swallowed by the tide We can say we made it out alive If I see you in a week or so And I'll sing to you OOOoo