No more rousing calls,
Or fancy quotes from you,
Silence echoing on the walls,
Staring at the phone till two.
Even for a while,
I long to hear thy voice,
Our distance as stretched as a mile,
Doesn’t hold a second choice.
I communicate,
Disconnect peace and war,
Pull the moon and emancipate,
But there’s no falling star.
I can’t help but weep,
So say a li’l prayer,
Help me accept before I sleep,
When it’s over, it’s over.
To the twenty-first,
I wish I could go back,
Vivid colors that quenched the thirst,
Now have turned to gray and black.
Or fancy quotes from you,
Silence echoing on the walls,
Staring at the phone till two.
Even for a while,
I long to hear thy voice,
Our distance as stretched as a mile,
Doesn’t hold a second choice.
I communicate,
Disconnect peace and war,
Pull the moon and emancipate,
But there’s no falling star.
I can’t help but weep,
So say a li’l prayer,
Help me accept before I sleep,
When it’s over, it’s over.
To the twenty-first,
I wish I could go back,
Vivid colors that quenched the thirst,
Now have turned to gray and black.
