No news isn't good news. Doubt sets in and I can't shake it loose. I don't dream. I can't rest easy. Ghosts it seem only keep me company.
Hey there, desperate love. Just tell me when you're gonna come back home.
It could be just a matter of distance. But it's probably just a matter of time. Like I'm waiting for an ax to fall on the on there side of the back door.
Hey there, desperate love. Just tell me when you're gonna come back home.
I just want to get my claws in you. I just want to get my claws in you. Inside of you. Inside of you.
Hey there, desperate love. Just tell me when you're gonna come back home.