Listening to that soundtrack again
Makes my heart cold and breaths short
That one with the Smiths song on it
Cuts me to pieces on the inside
Now I've found that if I take a step back
I can listen to it all the way through

Things don't seem so very high from up here
I like it, I'll keep it
I feel like I've got a good grasp on it
I like it, I'll keep it
But if I step too close to the ledge tonight
Don't worry

A friendly gaze tears the phone book apart
Watching tears swell as it cuts close to the heart

Not asking for another cautious silence tonight
That's what we've come to
The electric hum of the screen sets the sparks alight
Through hell or high water