Your my moonlight
your my star you shine
so bright I can go blind.
"That's what comes to my mind when I think of you"
Waiting by the phone hoping
you call.
Just to hear your voice over the hotline
What a cold night, looking outside my
window. I can see your star light.
You got me wondering were can you
be in such a november cold night?!
My body calling for your exquisite love
and your soft comforting touch.
But my heart start to feel intense pain
it shouldn't be feeling.
I lay down and I think,
that I'm worthy of your faithness
And that can be just that.
I don't need or want more but you
calling to say I'm yours,
That would make it all better for me.
But my hotline dried and your nowhere to
be found.
I continue to look out my window
and let your phone
calls go to voice mail.
Because my loneliness is all
I seem to be comfortable with.
So play on hotline bling!
let that light go dim.