Better Days

People call to say hello
They call to talk about the weather
All the places I don't go
They call to talk to meAnd they've got names without a face
And they've got faces I don't seeFrom the corners of my mouth
I hear your voice come falling down
From the corners of my mouth
Can't hear myself at allAll my senses in a know
It gets too dark in here that I can't move
And I can't feel to touch
And there's you standing in my clothesA perfect picture with you on my side
I never let it showFrom the corners of my mouth
I hear your voice come falling down
From the corners of my mouth
Can't hear myself at allI can't seem to find my feet
My body's shaking and my tongue can't move
I turn my head to speak
I hear you call my nameI hear you calling me
On better days, on better daysFrom the corners of my mouth
I hear your voice come falling down
From the corners of my mouth
Can't hear myself at allFrom the corners of my mouth
I hear your voice come falling down
From the corners of my mouth
Can't hear myself at all