THE DIAL TONE

The dial tone,
a one note symphony
played out for only me
a nervous pause before the numbers come

I daydream
in a parked car
breathing fumes, I fell from a far star
recall a perfect kiss, and days without number

Now I'm calling, won't you hear me out
hear me shout, I'm asking you
won't you hear me out, up in the clouds'
Down in the dirt'

If I get down to my knees, will I have a sense of release'
Too many days standing on my own two feet...
Your pen seems an acid quill
but no worse than the truth that it spells...
The blood comes rushing to my face,
what more could I say'

Just come down, and just calm me down
I'm as king you, won't you calm me
or talk me down from this empty edge
and a long, long drop

It's what I need, the space between!
Is it what I need' Is it what I need'
It's what I need, the space between!

The long drop to my knees
with only you to please
Hiding in the back seat on the floorboards..
A dead hand pushes me still
where fathers and sons tempt the fires of hell...
You can only give what you already keep,
time to wake from your sleep

Please call me down, and lift me out
by my empty hand, I'm calling out
please hear me!

It's what I need, the space between!
Is it what I need' Is it what I need'
It's what I need, the space between!
Is it what I need' Is it what I need'