Editors 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 dissention 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 sky of the year

Stay with me

Keep with me