If I walk down this hallway, tonight,
 It's too quiet,
 So I Pad through the dark
 and call you on the phone
 Push your old numbers
 and let your house ring
 til I wake you ghost.
 Let him walk down your hallway
 it's not this quiet
 slide down your receiver
 sprint across the wire
 follow my number
 slide into my hand.

 It's the blaze across my nightgown
 it's the phone's ring.

 I think last night
 you were driving circles around me.

 I can't drink this coffee
 til I put you in my closet
 let him shoot me down
 let him call me off
 I take it from his whisper
 you're not that tough.