Now that you've felt my existence
I'm not in my house but yours
Listening for footsteps in bedrooms, opening your cabinets and doors
I have named this stance distance
Observant, a fly on your wall
She sits and listens to whispers of his secret telephone call

Calling me closer to imploding desire
The rising of smoke and the screeching of tires
Calling me closer 'till the moment retires
Till the chord from heaven falls like hell between the rain

You let me know all too often
The notes that you write me I keep
Between the folds in my wallet, your heart sleeps with crumpled receipts
When we parked at the edge
As the summer wind gets her undressed
We held perfection our clammy palms and braced for the rest

Calling me closer
2 AM
I need you
2 AM
I miss you
2 AM
I'll meet you
2 AM
I'll fix you
Now that we're alone

Calling me closer to imploding desire
The rising of smoke and the screeching of tires
Calling me closer 'till the moment retires
Till the chord from heaven falls like hell between the rain