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 I will not take these things...
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 (x3) I will not take these things...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 Standing in the wind, the rolling canyons
I will not take these things for granted (x3) I will not take these things...anymore