One part of me just wants to tell you everything One part just needs the quiet And if I'm lonely here, I'm lonely here And on the telephone You offer reassurance
I will not take these things for granted
How can I hold the part of me that only you can carry It needs a strength I haven't found But if it's frightening, I'll bear the cold And on the telephone You offer warm asylum
I'm listening Flowers in the garden Laughter in the hall Children in the park I will not take these things for granted Anymore
To crawl inside the wire and feel something near me To feel this accepting That it is lonely here, but not alone And on the telephone You offer visions dancing
I'm listening Music in the bedroom Laughter in the hall Dive into the ocean Singing by the fire Running through the forest And standing in the wind In rolling canyons
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