Reflection of your memory in the window And beneath the green city lights are twinkling And I'm waiting for a call, oh, the bells are tolling Soft mid-morning comes, oh, and you think that And I'm waiting for a call, oh, and you think that And I'm waiting for a call, oh, and you think that And I'm waiting for a call, oh, and you think that And I'm waiting for a call, oh, and you think that And the roses that you came with surely hadn't gone under But that stilling spread like a sprue, got your traitors for you First a morning star, pain and then a perfume And I'm waiting for a call, oh, and you think that Oh, yes, another one of those days, chases the moon with sunbeam light Chases the moon And I'm waiting for a call, oh, and you think that And I'm waiting for a call, oh, and you think that And I'm waiting for a call, oh, and you think that Thanks for watching!