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’ve been painting my world blue
A Thing About You
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 d
Is it asking too much to be given time
To know these songs and to sing them
Is it asking too much of my vacant smile
And my laugh and lies that bring them
But as the stars are going out
And this stage is full of nothin