Living Room
You got your keyboard beside you
and we're alone in your living room.
As you attempt a familiar tune
I say, "Hey! It feels good to let you know…
Yeah! It feels good to let you know…
That I've been after you for so long…
I'd like to take my hands and place them on you…"
Well I've been waiting here - To call this living is wrong.
And I know it's hopeless trying to reach you…
You're so far gone.
