Call

Waiting for your call, I'm sick, call I'm angry, Call I'm desperate for your voice. Listening to the song we used to sing in the somewhere, do you remember butterfly ? Early Summer, it's playing on repeat, just like when we would meet.

Stripped and pollished, 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...)

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)