Terrified Heart

Second phone call to mother

[RING.]
Mother's answering machine: Hello. Nobody's home. Please leave a message after the beep, and somebody'll get back to you.

Daughter:
Mom? You there? Are you sleeping? I'm so bummed.
I'll sing a little song and maybe... Maybe you'll pick up:

Sometimes, I'm terrified of my heart
Of its constant hunger
For whatever it is it wants
(speaking) The way it stops...

...and starts.