When I was five    I used to think that airplanes    Were just another story    That people held up by wires    All alone I used to listen to my heartbeat    Underneath the patchwork of a woman who's much like you       CHORUS   There are faces in the houses where we used to live    Oh, no    This face keeps getting older everyday       Young man driving on the freeway    He can't slow down    Just because he's in love    Young girl crying all the time    I'm feeling better now    I'm past the lowest point of all       CHORUS      When she's alone    She listens to her heartbeat    Why won't God talk to me    Why won't you talk to me    If he ever answers    It's something like a stranger    I just miss holding you    I miss the feel of being held       CHORUS (X 2)