Lee Ranaldo
Stranded
Tell me, my loveTell me who it is you're thinking ofI have come here for your heartTell me what's a good place to startI long for your headWhich I hope to kissDon't want to throw a wrench in the worksBut this whole town here is full of jerksIf a cloud is in your eyeI'll remove it from the skyI long for your touchI miss it so muchI'll be right there when you callYou know I love you best of allStranded againStranded, my friendSo I'll call you on the phoneI won't take 'no, no there's nobody home'You take the air out of this roomAs you make your way from bloom to bloomI long for your lipsYour arms and your hips
From Letras Mania