When you call me,I dance on the telephone. When I'm waiting, I gnaw my fingers to the bone. When it's raining, it's always raining on my heart. But when you call me it don't seem to matter that.
Days go by. Adrift upon a rolling sky. The miracles escape my eyes. But I still hope. . Time, regret. Is this as good as life can get?. It's only when the spirit sets me free I cope.