The telephone is ringin' in the middle of the night

And I pull the bed clothes higher

Will it stop calling out if I turn on the light

I'm afraid of these shadows here

'Cuz my past is truly frightening

And I'm afraid of the warmth in the down

Of a feathered heart in flight

It's just another morning here

It's morning

It's just another morning here

It's just another morning here

It's morning

And it's a miracle that it comes around

Every day of the year

The neighbors scream and their baby cries

I'm hiding in the corner

I won't be them pray I won't be them one day

Maybe it's just the breath of August

So hot upon my shoulder

Or an open window for a winged heart

To fly away

The telephone is ringin' in the middle of the night

I pull the bed clothes higher

Will it stop calling out if I turn on the light

I'm afraid of these shadows here

'Cuz my past is truly frightening

And I'm afraid of the warmth in the down

Of a feathered heart in flight