Rose Cousins - The Grate lyrics

The low moan of your voice on the phone Comes through the floor from below I'm listening in when you think you're alone Alone I press my ear to the grate Who keeps you up so late Well you won't hear me complain Cause years turn my bones to dust You change and I adjust Adjust I shift my weight to the side Futile, my tears to your pride We leave on the bathroom light