What You Want

What you want to say,
Wait till you get home.
I'm sick of communicating over the
telephone.
But tell me how you feel,
For I am lonely too
Need you to know
I'm just as cold and numb as you.

But I could fly away,
Or I could be no one.
And you could be the
Sunshine falling over the Mountains

Or you could come to stay
You could come right home
I don't see why I have to
Live this life all alone.

I know there is a way to make up for old mistakes
And I know what's happening is for a reason
I know...