- cifra
Answer the phone, nobody's home
Left the line on hoping you'd come
I hear your voice, tell me I'm wrong
Further away we drift on
Reminded of the things we used tô make in the mornin'
You're pourin' me coffee and touchin' my face
In my head
You invented me
Had me orbiting
Now you're dead tô me
I was só naïve
I really thought you were someone
Someone that I could lean on
We had our fun, now that it's done
I know I'm better off, I'm
Reminded of the things we used tô make in the mornin'
You're pourin' me coffee and touchin' my face
In my head
You invented me
Had me orbiting (Had me orbiting)
Now you're dead tô me
I was só naïve (só naïve)
I really wanted tô be confronted
I really wanted tô be confronted
But you're dead tô me
I was só naïve (só naïve)
