at the risk of sounding lonely, i have nowhere else to be
sat singing with my guitar to the sound of solitary
the words i speak are little
the words i write are more
and i don`t mind being on my own again
because i know that sooner or later i won`t be alone
so to get me through
i sing to you
but only when you`re never actually here
could writing a song turn you on?
could you knowing what i have done make you want me?
i doubt it
so i shout it
and i don`t mind being on my own again
because i know that sooner or later i won`t be alone
so to get me through
i sing to you
but only when you`re never actually here