Monday 31 August 2009

sometimes in the cold night my phone rings, but it's not you

Kiss me and comfort me, my sweet
Come over, I just got the new OC
And if they can sort their problems out
Why can't I get out of the house?
For mango, Frescato or tea

Sometimes in the cold night
My phone rings but it's not you
And even when the buzzer
To my pager rings, it's still not you

And a stranger on the night bus
With the checked coat is not you
And your warm hands hold me so close
But deep down it's not you..

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