Last call-The Graham Situation

There's something in these waters I don't think I feel it yet But I've found an easy way to stand it Drugs and cigarettes Brother, my dear brother Did you get my last call? Ordinary grief Extraordinary thief I'm walking amongst strangers And I've lost all self control Have you got my number? Call me when you're done Listen to the silence of this poisoned Sunday night I am made of silver You are made of gold Brother, my dear brother Did you lose your self control? Call me when it's over Call me when you're done Sometimes I am sure I hear you Sometimes I am not The sun is slowly dying up there, All will come undone