Waiting for phone calls
And when they don’t come, we
Cry ourselves to sleep
In our dreams we visit bliss
When awake we reminisce
The loneliness echoes through and through
Your thoughts, my thoughts – with me, with you
The touch and spark apparent, but we
Do not make a move
And then at home, cold and alone, we
Cry ourselves to sleep
Ulterior existence when we sleep
Forgetting even how to weep
Then awake, cold at home
You and I, together - alone
And though we know
And though we feel
It’s that which makes
The tears so real
And though we smile
When we sleep
It’s destiny that
Makes us weep
You’re at home and I’m at home
Why must we each be alone?
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