I would like to hold you in my arms once again
I would like to show you how I move
I would like to dream a little dream of you again
With out the nightmare of waking to some one new
I would like to call you on the telephone again
I would like to tell you that I'm true
But what's the use in calling when I would have to pretend
That I were no longer in love with you
I broke down and listened to your music again
Heard that you'd been writing something new
How an I supposed to remain sane when
You've been writing about me leaving you
I don't want to never ever love an other lover again x4