Lyrics
Why do I feel this anticipation, surrounded by frustration
Now I'm sitting waiting by the phone, reflecting on what's to be done
I couldn't help it, how could I have know? But still I should have known
And so I sit here all alone, not daring to pick up the phone
This could be a song, a song about nothing
I really hope so, I really hope so
I really hope there isn't something
I've done to make you go
And when I'm sat here wondering, it strikes me as just amazing
I think of you and the phone rings, to sell me double glazing
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