Your Call

Your Call - Secondhand Serenade

Written by：John Vesely

Waiting for your call I'm sick

Call I'm angry

Call I'm desperate for your voice

Listening to the song we used to sing in the car

Do you remember butterfly early summer

It's playing on repeat

Just like when we would meet like when we would meet

I was born to tell you I love you

And I am torn to do what I have to

To make you mine

Stay with me tonight

Stripped and polished I am new I am fresh

I am feeling so ambitious you and me flesh to flesh

'Cause every breath that you will take

While you are sitting next to me

Will bring life into my deepest hopes

What's your fantasy

What's your what's your

I was born to tell you I love you

And I am torn to do what I have to

To make you mine

Stay with me tonight

And I'm tired of being all alone

And this solitary moment

Makes me want to come back home

And I'm tired of being all alone

And this solitary moment

Makes me want to come back home

And I'm tired of being all alone

And this solitary moment

Makes me want to come back home

And I'm tired of being all alone

And this solitary moment

Makes me want to come back home

I was born to tell you I love you

And I am torn to do what I have to

And I was born to tell you I love you

And I am torn to do what I have to

To make you mine

Stay with me tonight