Beautiful Fool by Matthew Ryan Lyrics

August the twenty fourth nineteen ninety one
You're calling for me from the bedroom window, I'm working on the lawn
Under a northeastern sky, hollow and grey
You said, "Everything's different now", I said, "Oh really, I don't think nothing's changed"

Telephone rings, it's the middle of the night
"You're awfully quiet, babe, are you still alive?"
And every star looks down and grieves
You turn and you open up wide and then you retreat

Pale blue sky, colder than hell
If you're looking for me to make you feel, well I'm looking for that myself
And a strong foundation that no heartache could shift
And the grace of god and for all this frustration to finally lift

My beautiful fool
My beautiful fool
Didn't you know
I'm a fool too?