Lit - Four


She wakes up lonely,
She wakes up lonely,
She hangs a picture by the phone,
She hangs a picture by the phone,
Yeah, she doesn't think we're gonna make it,
But when I'm home we're sleeping naked,
And we pretend that we're in love,

She wakes up lonely,
And she telephones me,
To ask me if I'm coming home,
She says, "Will you be coming home?"
Yeah, she doesn't think we're gonna make it,
But when I'm home we're sleeping naked,
And we pretend that we're in love,

It was different when we thought,
That we wanted the same things,
Everything was figured out,
And now, it doesn't make much sense,

Yeah, it's just another thing she can't get,
She doesn't think we're gonna make it,
But when I'm home we're sleeping naked,
And we pretend that we're in love, yeah,
She likes to think that we're in love,
She likes to think that we're in love.