When I get back
When I get back
When I get back
Pre-break of dawn
Hear the ring
It's me, live from a pay phone
Talking in the rain
Things pan out exactly as I say they will
Will I be less happy when I get back?
Two hand in one glove
As if we were poor
The hard-up make the soup from stones
Like the poor before them did before
You say! You say! The waiting could crush your heart
But it's nothing new to me
Have you crave me so desperately
But I know how, when you need me, you bleed for me
Though now I'm gone, you fill my shoes with new fans
Always and forever
We are apart and may she see
She'd be free, rejoicing in distance
If she only let me sleep
When I get back
When I get back
Pre-break of dawn
Hear the ring
It's me, live from a pay phone
Talking in the rain
Things pan out exactly as I say they will
Will I be less happy when I get back?
Two hand in one glove
As if we were poor
The hard-up make the soup from stones
Like the poor before them did before
You say! You say! The waiting could crush your heart
But it's nothing new to me
Have you crave me so desperately
But I know how, when you need me, you bleed for me
Though now I'm gone, you fill my shoes with new fans
Always and forever
We are apart and may she see
She'd be free, rejoicing in distance
If she only let me sleep
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