Hotline

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.