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
