Une Sorte de Panique Voluptueuse

Every day it's the same routine
How I wait for the phone to ring
Every night it's the same old scene
I try to act like a human being

When you come around
All I hear is the sound
Of my heart pounding inside my chest

Every night it's the same old dream
Of how I wish you were here with me
Every star is a wishing thing
But the moon glows lonely beams

How I want you to know it
And I want to show it
But if I expose it
I'm afraid that I'll blow it



Credits
Writer(s): Brian J. Bowe
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