Ian Fays, The
All the Phones Are Broken In This House, Sir
I'm going to sleep now,I'm going to sleep now;Is that what you're doing?My room's growing cold, My room's growing cold;No, that's not what you're doingAnd yes, I was shaking, You dropped me off after taking My hand, saying "Stay with me, babe; I'm gonna need a hand"And there's no point in checking,No, there's no point in checking;You're letting me down gently.I just don't understand how you could know thatAnd still reach out your arms to hold me.But, it's alright, I'll be just fine, yes;I'm a quick recoverIt's just, sometimes still when I try and sleepYour ghost slips under the covers
From Letras Mania