Listening

And she lies, quietly, amid her empty room
And probes her open heart, to verify the wound
She receives the phone call
She rewinds the message tape
She walks to the window
Let your sweat pour down the fire escape
I am listening to you
I am listening to you
You don’t say a word
You don’t have to
Frozen in the hour, the thought of going on
Feels real and unreal, until the feelings gone
Like a boy who begs for bread
A snapshot is all there is
To remind us of our place
And return us to the hungry masses
I am listening to you
I am listening to you
You don’t say a word
You don’t have to
And she lies motionless
Beneath the ceiling fan
The blades become invisible
And she becomes entranced
No one knows the future
No one cares about the past
When a star is dying
We all cling to what cannot last
I am listening to you
I am listening to you
I am listening to you
I am listening to you