The Fall

I 'll go when you call me We both know that this means nothing I feel nostalgia touching you I roll falling forward You call and I backslide to you I feel nostalgia touching you Tommorrow I will be waking To the urge to retreat I concede I watch my hands begin shaking I know I'll go when you call I wish I could resist the fall This night we bring life to All those memories stained on sheets I turn down dim lights Wishing that I would stay Tommorrow I will be waking I feel the pleasure of pleasing recede I watch my hands begin shaking I know I'll go when you call I wish I could resist the fall I'll go when you call me We know that we both belong here I trust there's nothing wrong Your conscience clear Your conscience clear