In The Morning
I’m
Waiting
For The Phone To Ring
Waiting To Hear That
A Lovely Melody
In My Ear
The Chills
Become Convulsions
When You
Talk
About What
Our Plans
Will Be
Once
The Day Is Near
Holding My Pillow
Close
Pretending
That Its You That I Am Holding
The Lonely Nights
Become Terrible
And It Makes
Me Never
Want To Be
Tormented
Ever Again
We Become Close
As We
Talk About Our
Future Plans
And Spending
The Rest Of Our Lives
Together
In One Night
We Had
Everything
Planned
With A
Simple
Feeling
Of Knowing
We Were In Love