I have no sense of humour
I have no sense at all
I spend my whole life waiting
Just waiting for your call
being here without you
is so completely wrong
I'm here outside your tempo
I'm here outside your song.
Im haunting all my rooms now
just trailing like a ghost
I think of every thing
I miss holding you the most
It's more than half past midnight
I'm running out of time
There's nothing more to say now
Im running out of rhyme.... aaah!