When I was five I used to think that airplanes Were just another story That people held up by wires All alone I used to listen to my heartbeat Underneath the patchwork of a woman who's much like you
There are faces in the houses where we used to live Oh, no This face keeps getting older everyday
Young man driving on the freeway He can't slow down Just because he's in love Young girl crying all the time I'm feeling better now I'm past the lowest point of all
When she's alone She listens to her heartbeat Why won't God talk to me Why won't you talk to me If he ever answers It's something like a stranger I just miss holding you I miss the feel of being held
