Missing Words - Celluloide

Now I’m here on my own

Waiting for you to telephone

I guess I have the words

To tell you something never said before

And here on my own

Looking at the telephone

Searching for the missing words

Which have never been told before

It could be just a game

I could be just the same

As yesterday

But it’s not what I want to tell you words once said

I can’t stand this way

Of telling you words of another day

That was not for you

Although I love you