Editors - The Phone Book lyrics
[Editors - The Phone Book lyrics]
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
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
Na, na, na, na, na na, na, na, na, na
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 lightnin'
Cut through the last winter sky of the year
Stay with me keep with me
Nah, nah nah, nah nah nah, nah nah, nah nah
Nah, nah nah, nah nah