(Second phone call to mother)
Daughter:
Mom? are you there? are you sleeping? I'm so b**med.
Maybe if I sing a little song you'll pick up:
Sometimes I'm so afraid of my heart
Of it's constant hunger for whatever it is it wants
He way it stops.... and starts
Daughter:
Mom? are you there? are you sleeping? I'm so b**med.
Maybe if I sing a little song you'll pick up:
Sometimes I'm so afraid of my heart
Of it's constant hunger for whatever it is it wants
He way it stops.... and starts