2 acessos
Now i'm here on my own
Waiting for you to telephone
I guess i have the words
To tell you something never said before
And here on my own
Looking at the telephone
Searching for the missing words
Which have never been told before
It could be just a game
I could be just the same
As yesterday
But it's not what i want to tell you words once said
I can't stand this way
Of telling you words of another day
That was not for you
Although i love you