July 9, 2008

:: your call - secondhand serenade ::

Waiting for your
call, I'm sick
call, I'm angry
call, I'm desperate for your voice
I'm listening to the song we used to sing in the car
Do you remember, butterfly, early summer
It's playing on repeat...
Just like when we would meet

'Cause I was born to tell you I love you
and I am torn to do what I have to
to make you mine
Stay with me tonight

Stripped and pollished, I am new, I am fresh
I am feeling so ambitious; you and me, flesh to flesh
Because every breath that you will take
while you are sitting next to me
will bring life into my deepest hopes
What's your fantasy?
What's your, what's your, what's your, what's your

'Cause I was born to tell you I love you
and I am torn to do what I have to
to make you mine
Stay 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.)

'Cause I was born to tell you I love you
and I am torn to do what I have to
'Cause I was born to tell you I love you
and I am torn to do what I have to
to make you mine
Stay with me tonight