Come Calling (her song)            
             
The stillness here, 
like what he sometimes finds inside her, 
hits so hard it can steal your breath forever 
He sometimes wonders 
is the sum of their lives together 
him on the floor and her lost to a mind in tatters 

These days he's drinking for the pleasure of falling 
and he's falling for the pleasure of pretending 
that she's sitting by the window waiting 
for him to come calling 

If I could fix me up a week of twilight hours 
we'd sit on the point 
and watch the sun continually flounder 
Bathed in gold we'd plug into some kind of power 
and connect with those days 
back before all of this went sour 

'Cause I'm drinking for the pleasure of falling 
and I'm falling for the pleasure of pretending 
that you're sitting by the window waiting 
for me to come calling 

Odd how the darkness always makes us whisper 
and with the last of the sun 
you can feel the approach of the winter 
Now is the time of each day 
that I Desperately miss her 
I suppose I will learn how to live my life without her 

So you're drinking for the pleasure of falling 
and you're falling for the pleasure of pretending 
that I'm sitting by the window waiting 
for you to come calling 


             
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