The Whisperers

A lonely silhouette smokin' a cigarette

Hopin' for the phone to ring

Though she's sick of the sound of people's mouths

Winding her up and putting her down

Don't get sad when people that you trust stab you in the back

So you thought they were your friends

Now you know, now you know

There's one thing in life that holds

And now she wants to cry, staying in on Friday night

Lying in her birthday suit, and listenin'

To the bickering from the room above

And wondering if it's fear of loneliness or love

That keeps people like that

Together forever

Don't get sad when people that you trust stab you in the back

So you thought they were your friends

Now you know, now you know

There's one thing in life that holds

You're on your own

You gotta grow

You gotta grow

On your own

On your own