Four - Lit

She wakes up lonely

She wakes up lonely

She hangs a picture by the phone

She hangs a picture by the phone

Yeah, she doesn’t think we’re gonna make it But when I’m home we’re sleeping naked

And we pretend that we’re in love

She wakes up lonely

And she telephones me To ask me if I’m coming home

She says Will you be coming home?

Yeah, She doesn’t think we’re gonna make it But when I’m home we’re sleeping naked

And we pretend that we’re in love

it was different when we thought that we wanted the same thing

everything was figured out

and now it doesn’t make much sense

yeeeeeeaaaaaaahhhhhh

it’s just another thing she can’t get

she doesn’t think we’re gonna make it but when i’m home we’re sleeping naked

and we pretend that we’re in love yeeeeeeeaaaaahh

she likes to think we’re in love

she like to think that we’re in love