Listening

And she lies quietly amid her empty room

And probes her open heart to verify the wound

She receives the phone call,

she rewinds the message tape

She walks to the window

Lets her sweat pour down the fire escape

CHORUS: I am listening to you, I am listening to you

You don't say a word, you don't have to

Frozen in the hour the thought of going on

Feels real and unreal until the feeling's gone

Like a boy the begs for bread the snapshot is all there is

To remind us of our place and

return us to the hungry masses

CHORUS

And she lies motionless beneath the ceiling fan

The blades become invisible

and she becomes intransed

No one knows the future and no one cares about the past

But when a star is dying we all cling to what can not last