Call Me Home

It's far too perfect an end

Aren't I supposed to learn to bend in all kinds of unnatural ways?

You've already seen me at my best

Oh my God

You've seen me undressed

So much for mystery

And on the count of ten

Swear you'll tell me the truth

Is there a minefield under you too?

And do you wanna run to the nearest telephone booth

And call me?

'Cause it's not like I don't know you

And I don't wanna throw you

But it's damn near impossible

To meet your gaze

And the silence just isn't the same

It only feeds the flame and steers us clear of the blaze

'Cause I've always tied myself to the deadest driest trees

And I've been known

To strike a match

And now I'm screaming

Like bloody hell to be set free

And all you have to do boy is catch

Catch my drift

Drift to me

The only mystery is what your answer will be

The real mystery is why

I just won't accept the truth

That I've been resenting red

For not being blue

Like I've been resenting him

For not being you

And not calling me home