The Phone Book - Editors

I’m on watch hereSo close your eyes and get some restI’m here to watch your heartIt’s been faulted from the startI’m the rips in your chestI’m not an angel, I never mean to make you cryJumping through my hoopsWith dissension in the troopsAnd a smile insideWhat’s that over your shoulder?Fear of getting olderStay with me.Sing me a love songFrom your heart or from the phone bookIt don’t matter to