Hotline

Your my moonlight

your my star you shine

so bright I can go blind.


"That's what comes to my mind when I think of you"


Waiting by the phone hoping

you call.



Just to hear your voice over the hotline

What a cold night, looking outside my

window. I can see your star light.

You got me wondering were can you

be in such a november cold night?!


My body calling for your exquisite love

and your soft comforting touch.

But my heart start to feel intense pain

it shouldn't be feeling.

I lay down and I think,

that I'm worthy of your faithness

And that can be just that.

I don't need or want more but you

calling to say I'm yours,

That would make it all better for me.

But my hotline dried and your nowhere to



be found.


 I continue to look out my window

and let your phone

calls go to voice mail.

Because my loneliness is all

I seem to be comfortable with.

So play on hotline bling!

let that light go dim in the stream.