little thing

what you want to say,
wait till you get home.
i'm sick of communicating over the telephone.
but tell me how you feel,
for I am lonely too
need you to know
i'm just as cold and numb as you.

but I could fly away,
or I could be no one.
and you could be the
sunshine falling over the Mountains

or you could come to stay
you could come right home
don't see why I have to
live this life all alone.

i know there is a way to make up for old Mistakes
and I know what's happening is for a reason
i know.