Letra de The Phone Book - Editors

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.
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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.