One part of me just wants to tell you everything

One part just needs the quiet

And if I'm lonely here, I'm lonely here

And on the telephone, you offer reassurance



I will not take these things for granted

I will not take these things...



How can I hold the part of me that only you can carry?

It needs a strength I haven't found

But if it's frightening, I'll bear the cold

And on the telephone, you offer warm asylum



I'm listening, flowers in the garden

Laughter in the hall, children in the park



I will not take these things for granted (x3)

I will not take these things...anymore



To crawl inside the wire and feel something near me

To feel this accepting

That it is lonely here, but not alone

And on the telephone, you offer visions dancing



I'm listening, music in the bedroom

Laughter in the hall, dive into the ocean

Singing by the fire, running through the forest

Standing in the wind, the rolling canyons



I will not take these things for granted (x3)

I will not take these things...anymore