No more rousing calls,
Or fancy quotes from you,
Silence echoing on the walls,
Staring at the phone till two.
Even for a while,
I long to hear thy voice,
Our distance as stretched as a mile,
Doesn’t hold a second choice.
Or fancy quotes from you,
Silence echoing on the walls,
Staring at the phone till two.
Even for a while,
I long to hear thy voice,
Our distance as stretched as a mile,
Doesn’t hold a second choice.
I communicate,
Disconnect peace and war,
Pull the moon and emancipate,
But there’s no falling star.
I can’t help but weep,
So say a li’l prayer,
Help me accept before I sleep,
When it’s over, it’s over.
To the twenty-first,
I wish I could go back,
Vivid colors that quenched the thirst,
Now have turned to gray and black.
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