The wall breaks on the phone if at all, if you call
A hole from which to see your head
If words are dead

Some things always stay the same
How you looked wet from all the rain

Like lavender the smell of your hair
Silly errs postponing your despair

And I'll wait, I'll wait
Take a ticket to my own fate
Maybe I'm too late

And this wall breaks on the phone it at all, if you call
A hole from which to see your head
If words are dead

Some things always stay the same
How you looked wet from all the rain
Some things always stay the same