I'm outside can you hear me calling
I'm outside can you hear me calling
I know your favourite perfume
I Know that you can't sleep on your side
I know that you've got every Elvis record
I fight him every day in my mind
and you keep me up all night
you never give me enough
I've tried to replicate your touch
But it's never enough
and that's why
you're the picture in my pendant
you're the poster on my wall
and I try my best to move you
but you can't feel with wooden bones
I'm outside can you hear me calling
I'm outside can you hear me calling
you've been sat in my bedroom for days
always a vacant look in your stare
if only I could have the real thing
I wouldn't keep a puppet of you under the stair
I haven't eaten for days I swear
feel like I'm wasting away
Now more of you than me in my own brain you complete my soul and you feel my brain
you're the picture in my pendant
you're the poster on my wall
and I try my best to move you
but you can't feel with wooden bones
The policeman said on the radio
they were called to a house
that I knew was your home
A tragic mystery the newspapers wrote
I'm outside can you hear me calling
I'm outside can you hear me calling
you're the picture in my pendant
you're the poster on my wall
you're the picture in my pendant
you're the poster on my wall
and I try my best to move you
but you can't feel with wooden bones
Stephanie can you hear me calling