The sidewalk bends where your house ends
Like the neighborhood is on its knees
You're surrounded by a chain link fence
That keeps me out but let me see

Well, I come by most every night
The shutters pounding in the breeze
A clothesline strung like paper kites
That blow my words right back at me

But someday when my heart exhales
I'll tell you everything
Those sweet words spilling all about us
I'll say please, please be with me

And I'll breathe so easily
But instead I'm turning blue
I look at you
And keep my stupid mouth shut

The hall light streams out through the screens
And the shadows capture me in webs
Just tangled up in what I've seen
And every word I have not said, I have not said

'Cause the sidewalk bends where your house ends
Like the neighborhood is on its knees

Copyright: Universal Music Publishing Group
Writer(s): DANIEL R. MESSE