you say'me too' as if you're here

your hiss so hoarse, so very near

when we can't run the distance

each other's all we're thinking of

when we're together somehow

we seem to cease to be in love

i touch you there, yes you know where

i know you know

your freckle face, your messy hair, i love you so

we really should

i wish we could

i've got to go

you know we can't

i'll call you back

i miss you so

you save the day by getting back to me

you seem so gay

the way your voice cracks

when we can't run the distance

each other's all we're thinking of

when we're together somehow

we seem to cease to be in love

i touch you there, yes you know where

i know you know

your freckle face, your messy hair

i love you so

we really should

i wish we could

i've got to go

you know we can't

i'll call you back

i miss you so

i feel you breathe as if you're really here

your muffled moans

i wish i had your hair to stroke

we're not alone

the way we feel, it's an ordeal

i've got to go

you're in my hands

it feels so real :

the telephone.