Phone

Here's the thing about being lost When the night stars aren't enough She's always talking about what she's not Well let me tell you about being lost Well the nights feel like days When you're running always And a glass turns into four And you're always wanting more So you do and you do Until you wonder who is who Well, I've been running in the rain Been talking fast my eyes have been glazed But still the sun breaks almost every day Let me tell you how men are made Well in the fire of the west Apollo whispers you are blessed Meanwhile the moon beckons you And you don't know what to do So you do and you do Until you wonder who is who Well I've been trying to talk to you Just to ask oh what is new I've been trying to talk to you And it would feel like coming home To hear your voice over the phone It would feel like coming home Well I've been trying to talk to you Just to ask oh what is new I've been trying to talk to you And it would feel like coming home To hear your voice over the phone It would feel like coming home Well the nights feel like days When you're running always And a glass turns into four And you're always wanting more So you do and you do Until you wonder who is who