He fell asleep with the phone in his hand

Are you still there, I demanded

On the line like a soiled child

Are you listening

See we'd been talking all night

Sitting in the light, light, light

Can't show my face round here again

Probably gonna be a slow kind of thing

Can't see at first but we're unraveling

(Probably gonna be so slow...)

Trying on clothes, am I getting bigger

Or is everyone and everything shrinking

Like light in evening

I'll call in sick again

If you'll be my best friend

Just for the day then we'll go our separate ways

I wanna see your face again

Jump in and take off all your clothes

What's biting at my toes

Can't see the floor from where I stand

Probably gonna be a slow kind of thing

Can't see at first but we're unraveling

(Probably gonna be so slow...)

Trying on clothes, am I getting bigger

Or is everyone and everything shrinking

Like light in evening