Like a new winter`s coat
I`m wearing your last embrace
Like a cold quenching glass of water
I hold a clear picture of your face
When are you coming around
Oh when are you coming around
Cos soon I`ll be cold and thirsty
I`m hearing your last telephone call
Ringing louder and clearer than
The rest
I hear your invitation to see it all
Better written I am smitten no
Protest
So when are you coming around
Oh when are you coming around
Cos soon I`ll be bored and lonely
I`m tasting the last glass of yor wine
The sweet taste linger left on lips
I`m tasting your sweet kisses with mine
The sweet taste lingers left on lips
So when are you coming around
Oh when are you coming around
Cos soon I`ll be sober and unkissed