Call Me, Tell Me

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 lye below your thoughts and words
 And your gardens and your stained glass day
 Times you come to me and said you don't know why.
 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 accuse (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
 Oh what you do