Writting

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

Like when we would meet

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 polished, i am new, i am fresh

I am feeling so ambitious

You and me, flesh to flesh

‘Cause every breath that you will take

When you are sitting next to me

Will bring life into my deepest hopes, what’s your fantasy?

What’s your, what’s your

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

And i’m tired of being all alone

And this solitary moment makes me want to come back home

And i’m tired of being all alone

And this solitary moment makes me want to come back home

And i’m tired of being all alone

And this solitary moment makes me want to come back home

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