I can’t call youMy phone will be relievedYou can’t call me’Cause someone else will feel deceivedI don’t understand thisHow did you get hold of me?You’ve got me questioning my fidelityI’ll send a package in the postI’ve got love to sendShould I want you the most?It feels like I have no defenseThe tree in my garden is blossoming stillIt’s late this yearIt’s just like me, itâs waveringGoing through the motionsI want to be at homeIt’s an effort to get on this plane at allIt was love for sureEvery cliché in the bookI loved you more and moreWith every desperate lookDon’t thank me for breakfastWith your naked skinDon’t lie, don’t pretendYou feel anythingMy heart is no longer a friend of mineIt wants to betray me most of the timeI love you my darlingI love you my friendI love you my darlingBut it feels like this is the end