I know how to read alone Here in the dark some old stories are told The telephone haunts me Like a picture of things that I'd never bring home
She cries like I do, too late for new words She cries like I do, see if she's a man
No one is allowed in here I'm have these fine new feelings to believe This edge in my voice lacks sense I never touched your heart I suppose
She cries like I do, too late for new words She cries like I do, see if she's a man She cries like I do, like we're supposed to She cries like I do here in the dark