every time the phone rings hold your breath
a beat of the drum that no one can hear
could this be the last sacrifice
there is no reward in keeping quiet
cold feet from the long walk home
can't tell if it's night with the curtains closed
an open window makes you want to travel
arms will never hold in this hard weather
nothing you say can ever be private
if you're alone grab somebody and scream
cover me just through the worst part
i thought i heard a cry in the background
in this short time it has become
the most beautiful thing i've seen
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