Sometimes all I need
Is to lie on my floor
Stereo headphones, crown of thorns
Wrapped around my head

Is that what you said?
I think I misheard
You spoke the words right through my head

Sometimes all I am
Is a walking sitarette
On the avenue, searching for you

I hang
That picture on the wall
Drawn when you were so small
Can't be so on
That picture on the wall

Sometimes all I need
Is for my love to call
The words can write themselves
But please give me a call
Please give me a call
Please give me a call