I really shouldn’t
Call you
And from your delights,
Refrain
As I’d probably be better
Off alone
Than to sleep with you
Again
"All my life's buried here, heap earth upon it"
I really shouldn’t
Call you
And from your delights,
Refrain
As I’d probably be better
Off alone
Than to sleep with you
Again
I can empathise
And respond in kind
Take my cue
From many a sign
But there is no way
I can read your mind
Down a silent
Telephone line
The
wait
is
almost
worse
than
the
call
itself
Ramblings Of A Fragile Mind 