The buses call your name
A word that i could never say again
It's not you that i blame
I wish i could've said 'i love you' then
The humid air's the same
The sweat drips down my face
I'm praying for cold rain
To wash away the scent of aftershave
Talk to me, talk to me
Even if i'm sleeping on the couch
Hanging on to every word
That comes out of your mouth
I am desperate, lonely, out of touch with everyone around
Speaking softly to your heart
It won't resonate the sound
I'm home on saturday
I start to feel okay
You fill the empty space inside my head
Turning my thoughts gray
It's not you that i blame
I used to live four whole hours away
In a disappointing place
We never met halfway
Talk to me, talk to me
Even if i'm sleeping on the couch
Hanging on to every word
That comes out of your mouth
I am desperate, lonely, out of touch with everyone around
Speaking softly to your heart
It won't resonate the sound
The buses call your name
A word that i could never say again