The Phone Book

I’m on watch here, so close your eyes and get some rest
I’m here to watch your heart, it’s been faulty from the start
I’m the ribs in your chest
I’m not an angel, I never mean to make you cry
Jumping through my hoops with dissension in the troops
And a smile and a sigh
What’s that over your shoulder?
Fear of getting older?
Stay with me
Sing me a love song
From your heart or from the phone book
It don’t matter to me, I’m an apple you’re the tree
I won’t fall when you’re shook
What’s that over your shoulder?
Fear of getting older?
Stay with me
It ends with a kiss
It ends with a tear
It ends with the lights out
Bathed in our fear
Tell me nonsense
I don’t want sincere
I saw the lightning
Cut through the last winter skies of the year
Stay with me
Keep with me