Hunted Lights

And you never called No you never called I keep the pictures on the wall They make me feel less small I play our kisses on the hall I see your lips carved on the wall Where I stood without a view And I'm ever old How I'm ever old I pick the pieces from the floor They make me feel so small I keep depictions of the war On a roadside on the floor I'm sleeping with the lights on Sleeping with the lights on Tonight we're sleeping with the lights on Sleeping with the lights on Sleeping with the lights on Tonight we're sleeping with the lights I said I'm never tired Well I'm never not Said I'm a little tired Of the little box Tonight we're sleeping with the lights