Listening, Listening
And every hand is framed
That gang of hours
still call themselves a day.
Call it shades and subtleties,
Enraged, grey generalities, Whatever
You'll wake to find you're still alone
With every lie you know.
Come with me and waste another hour.
REPEAT CHORUS
Be my all, my, Be my own.
REPEAT CHORUS
And every hand is framed
That gang of hours
still call themselves a day.
Call it shades and subtleties,
Enraged, grey generalities, Whatever
You'll wake to find you're still alone
With every lie you know.
Come with me and waste another hour.
REPEAT CHORUS
Be my all, my, Be my own.
REPEAT CHORUS