Call Me, Tell Me

Call me, tell me we should meet tomorrow
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 day
Times you come to me and said you don’t know how
I think that there might be something wrong
You could change your thoughts before I go
But then you’d know that you were right where I wanted you
And you didn’t know
You were meant to worship and to chose
Anything you want but now it looks like you will lose
All the things you needed when you were the one
Can’t be found you know they’ve just begun
To crumble all around you
And you see them tumble down without a thought or care for you
Or what you do