Listening to that soundtrack again Makes my heart cold and breaths short That one with the Smiths song on it Cuts me to pieces on the inside Now I've found that if I take a step back I can listen to it all the way through Things don't seem so very high from up here I like it, I'll keep it I feel like I've got a good grasp on it I like it, I'll keep it But if I step too close to the ledge tonight Don't worry A friendly gaze tears the phone book apart Watching tears swell as it cuts close to the heart Not asking for another cautious silence tonight That's what we've come to The electric hum of the screen sets the sparks alight Through hell or high water