i m tired of sitting round the house i m tired of doing well without i want to reconnect with you i m tracing patterns on the wall where i m projecting a phonecall that i had yesterday with you and i forget just what i meant when i said whatever i said that wasn t me that was just talking and i ll admit that from the start i was alone you stole my heart that was as far as i could see sweet talking gets me off the hook returns the liberties i took and all you have to say is fine and i ll continue as i do i look to everything but you i am assuming you are mine my memory s playing round the clock your voice is telling me to stop my hands are working by themselves my brain is dead my heart is cold i m shaking fear is taking hold but i am feeling something else there s something running down my face my things are lying round the place i want to reconnect with you i m tracing pictures on the wall i wonder why you haven t called i want to reconnect with you i want to reconnect with you i want to reconnect with you i want to reconnect with you i want to reconnect with you i want to reconnect with you i want to reconnect with you1