I pick up the phone
I'm dialing your number
while I pray you're at home,
at home and alone
'cause I can't function on my own
And I'll never stop believing
The reaping is done
You are the one
The radio is on but the sound is all gone
And I wanna walk out in the sun
But lately that's been very hard to do
I've got a thing about you
And I don't really know what to do
'cause I've got a thing about you
Hey you
I pick up the phone
I'm dialing that number and
my heart like a stone
waits for the tone
Oh I can't make it on my own
And I'll never stop believing
I know what is right and this is so wrong
Alone in my bed, better off on my own
The TV is on but the colours are gone
And lately you