My phobia has got me and I dare not leave the room I stare out of my window with my loneliness in bloom. I try to call you and I try to call you from the phone box down the hall. I'd like to see you and I'd like to meet you won't you please give me a call?
Oh take a look at my window Oh take a look at my window Oh take a look at my window
I close my eyes and think of you a million miles away. I pray you'll be tomorrow and where we were yesterday. I try to call you and I try to call you but I just can't find the words. I'd like to see you and I'd like to meet you is this thing so absurd?
Oh take a look at my window Oh take a look at my window A look at my window A look at my window A look at my window A look at my window
I stare out of my window at the empty street below Behind a sheet of pretty glass I've nowhere else to go.
So I take a look a look at my window A look at my window A look at my window A look at my window A look at my window Take a look at my window Take a look at my windowTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
