Thursday, 22 November 2012

Separation

I'm sitting here alone
In house so cold and drear
Just waiting for the phone.

Her deeds I can't condone,
It isn't very clear,
I'm sitting here alone.

I never used to moan,
But now I keep an ear
Just waiting for the phone.

So now that she has flown,
I try to halt a tear,
I'm sitting here alone.

The seeds of love were sown
Yet now I find I'm here
Just waiting for the phone.

I feel 'cut to the bone'
Come back to me my dear,
I'm sitting here alone,
Just waiting for the phone.