The Unkindest Artist

I fell down
but no one even heard the fall
I wait by the phone
do you pay notice at all?

Somehow things will turn out
they don't doubt at all
They need to believe
it's just a drought I'm turning out

and I'll take what they don't give at all
but you keep me warm until
something takes me in

Sunlight drums the wet ground
from winter spring to fall
and I wait by the phone
Do you pay notice at all?

and some guy screams "it's over"
but he don't have it all
I need to believe
sunlight can take hits on me

and I'll take what they don't give at all
but you keep me warm until
something takes me
and I make a wish on every star
but somehow I'm turning
into the unkindest artist

I've been waiting so long
come on

So I'm around 'till somehow
you return the call
I'll wait by the phone
Do you pay notice at all?

and sunlight feeds the wet ground
but I am just a stone
I need to believe
sunlight can take hits on me

and I'll take what they don't give at all
but you keep me warm until
something takes me in
and I'll make a wish on every star
but somehow I'm turning
into the unkindest artist

I've been waiting so long
come on