Call me? Tell me? We should meet tomorrow Well, I can't see things quite your way But I think that I could show you Things that lie below Your thoughts and words And your gardens And your stained glass daze Times you come to me And said you don't know how Well, I think that there might be something wrong You could change your thoughts before I go But then you know that you were right Where I wanted you and you didn't know You were meant to worship and to choose Anything you want But now it looks like you will loose All the things you needed When you were the one They can't be found You know they just begun To crumble all around you Can you see them tumble down Without a thought or a care for you Or what you do.