If these walls could talk they would
tell you what's really going on here
If you would listen I would
tell you that I really want you near
But you've been listening to the trees
instead of listening close to me
You've got your head in the clouds,
you're not willing to come down
I know you're scared, but baby
If you'd just let me
I would catch your fall
It's no trouble at all
(summer 2008)
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