The background music thins
Leaving only the strings
The audience falls silent to listen to her sleeping
We whisper through phone lines
That choke the life out of me sometimes
I can barely breath
The elegance of black and white photography
Is set off by a set of eyes so blue it's blinding
The medic says, he's drowning
The doctor says, we've got a heartbeat
And my mother says
Just rest, sweetie, your lungs are too shallow to breath
All I've got left is to pull at these heart-strings
Until I strike a chord that'll make you come back to me
We hate the way we are sometimes
Her hair's still caught in power-lines
And there's no light left in my eyes