And she lies quietly amid her empty room And probes her open heart to verify the wound She receives the phone call, she rewinds the message tape She walks to the window Lets her sweat pour down the fire escape CHORUS: I am listening to you, I am listening to you You don?¦? ?° say a word, you don?¦? ?° have to Frozen in the hour the thought of going on Feels real and unreal until the feeling?¦? ?? gone Like a boy the begs for bread the snapshot is all there is To remind us of our place and return us to the hungry masses CHORUS And she lies motionless beneath the ceiling fan The blades become invisible and she becomes intransed No one knows the future and no one cares about the past But when a star is dying we all cling to what can not last