The phone rings... 3 A.M. I'm pretending I'm asleep - could hear you
Creeping .. And laughing as you dropped my name like bleeding snakes, like
Poison, like the hell-fire you create in vivid colours.
Well I guess that he's a saint while I'm the one that's in the way.
Keeps you tangled up in chains.
So very much I have to say...
I can't make it. I can't fake it.
Well, it was only yesterday when you told me that you loved me.
Will you Write it? I need to see it - black and white.
I'll read it. I will read it. Once again.
And maybe one day I'll believe it.
Will you tell me where you've been?
Every detail, every second, every moment, every thought.
I need to know.
It's just because I love you.
Isn't that enough?