Can’t eat, can’t sleep, can’t seem to find time anymore
Somewhere she weeps, her hair gently brushes the floor
I know my way, I know that I’ll find her somehow

Angela carries me back to the time
When I knew that her love was still mine
Angela’s holding the child in her womb
And I pray that she will be calling soon

Cold moon, dark sky, I’m watching my mind disappear
She sits alone, not knowing that I am so near
Why can’t she hear my voice as I call out her name

It’s a silly situation, it’s just infatuation, no need to be sorry …


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