Four

She wakes up lonely 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 thing Everything was figured out and now it doesn't make much sense 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 She likes to think we're in love She likes to think that we're in love