before my telephone rings

you made it hard to have grace

when i first saw your face

bathed in golden light from

some cheap bar bathroom's

teenage sacrifice

falling in love with the heat

i got the summer feeling in me

that's when you caught me again

across a crowded room gone

quiet just for you

i fought

you mentioned

it's not what you wanted

and it's not what you saw for me

come back to life

before my telephone rings