Sitting on a windowsill Waiting for you to call my name Hard to find the joy in the small things
But you seem to like it when I say I love you
Too much of the TV set Yearning for that familiar voice I know I sing out of tune I know it had to be you
Couldn't be another
Giving a hundred and ten percent Clinging to the edge of my rope Could I give myself hopeTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.