I don't know if I can go another minute on the telephone
Call you up, tell you what, you do to me when I'm all alone
I can't sleep anymore my love, I know that I miss you
Sleep on the telephone, I know, I'll never reach you
I wish you could have two of everything beautiful that reminds me of you
Kiss you when the sun is set and weeping for lovers so seperate
I want to see you tonight in the morning hot and bright
Street lamps will slowly alight and the brakes begin their moaning
In the morning, I'll be there.