Where the call's from, I don't know but he's carrying my heart in tow.
He might suspect but doesn't know, that I want to be there too.
I dreamt a dream of friendship on fire, fingers singed from their desire.
Of open hands to hold my heart entire, but dreams always fade too soon.
I feel you wander, drift away, to call again some other day.
And what I feel I will not say. Your ears have no more room.
He might suspect but doesn't know, that I want to be there too.
I dreamt a dream of friendship on fire, fingers singed from their desire.
Of open hands to hold my heart entire, but dreams always fade too soon.
I feel you wander, drift away, to call again some other day.
And what I feel I will not say. Your ears have no more room.
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