Christine Call Me     

Copyright © 2003 words and music by Dean Batstone

These four walls are starting to look tired

I’m not feeling all that inspired

There’s a box of matches, there’s a box of beer

There’s a box of memories, baby

And a big old box of tears ‘cause you’re not here

Ch: Christine call me [2X]

I miss your smile, I miss your eyes

I miss that way you always catch me when I’m falling

[I miss you dancing in the living room without me]

[I miss your body next to mine, I even miss your cold feet]

Christine call me

These two arms can’t hold someone new

This one heart still loves only you

There’s an empty silence, there’s an empty room

There’s an empty bottle, baby

And a big old empty moon, where are you?

Ch:

Bridge: Did you forget my number, baby?

Did you forget my name?

I just want to hear your voice

And know that you’re ok

Inst: half verse, then…

Here’s a small confession

There’s a man who sees

It’s a big old crazy world when you’re not here with me

Ch: