Call Me Up, Pt. 2

kill me another bird for every day that your away
cold are the hands of me alone
and finger down on the path
the footprint from your dirty back
cold are the hands of me alone
and you can call me up
call me up!
crimson the underside of the letter that you couldn’t hide
cold are the hands of me alone
and separate, the strength of those, that wrap around your bag of bones
cold are the hands of me alone
and you can call me up
you can call me up
call me up!
they grow because i make it rain
and we sing because we love the feeling
baby won’t you please knock a hole in my wall?
silver and gold to break that lies along her shoulder blade
i can see the end of me alone
and you can call me up
you can call me up
you can call me up!
they grow because i make it rain
and we sing because we love the feeling
baby won’t you please knock a hole in my wall?
baby won’t you please lay a hand on my hand?
baby won’t you please knock a hole in my wall?
and you can call me up.