Must be the wrong number Of an ordinary man All the things you should’ve known Now you want to get high and forget City, ocean, dial tone The silence it spreads between us, and
And you keep running To your burning house You do it to You do it to yourself
There’s so much to remember Promises shot through with doubt You don’t need to give me answers Just send me the mountains you dream about
And you keep running To your burning house You do it to You do it to yourself
And I’m waiting for the call And I’m waiting for the call We invent and we eavesdrop We invent and we eavesdrop Waiting for the fall
And you keep running To your burning house You do it to You do it to yourself You keep Holding a flame to your heart And I do it too I do it myself