Friday, December 28, 2012

Your Call



Waiting for your call, common sick,common I'm angrycommon I'm desperate for your voiceListening to the song we used to singIn the car, do you rememberButterfly, Early SummerIt's playing on repeat, Just like when we would meetLike when we would meet


Cause I was born to tell you I love youAnd I am torn to do what I have to, to make you mineStay with me tonight


Stripped and pollished, I am new, I am freshI am feeling so ambitious, you and me, flesh to fleshCause every breath that you will takeWhen you are sitting next to meWill bring life into my deepest hopes, What's your fantasy?(What's your, what's your...)


I was born to tell you I love youAnd I am torn to do what I have to, to make you mineStay with me tonight


And I'm tired of being all alone, and this solitary moment makes me want to come back home
(I know everything you wanted isn't anything you have)


I was born to tell you I love youAnd I am torn to do what I have to, to make you mineStay with me tonight


(SecondHand Serenade, Your Call)


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