Pillow talk мелодрама

THE PHONE RINGS, IT’S NOT FOR ME,
I HEAR THE VOICE: “TROUBLE WILL BE “.
YOU AVERT YOUR EYES, THE NIGHT DRAWS NEAR,
STORM CLOUDS GATHER, FILLING ME WITH FEAR.

           YOU AVERT YOUR EYES, THE NIGHT DRAWS NEAR,
           STORM CLOUDS GATHER, FILLING ME WITH FEAR.


HOW LONG WE DREAMT THE SAME DREAM,
LIFE FLOWED GENTLY, LIKE A STREAM.
EACH WITH THOUGHTS BOTH OURS AND STRANGE,
LIKE A FOE APPEARING FROM THE
 RANGE.

           EACH WITH THOUGHTS BOTH OURS AND STRANGE,
           LIKE A FOE APPEARING FROM THE RANGE.


I HOLD YOUR HAND, TREMBLING WITH DESPAIR,
KNOWING NOW I CAN’T KEEP YOU THERE.
YOU HAVE ANOTHER, HE’S LIGHT TO YOU,
WHAT I’VE DESIDED, I WAN’T TELL YOU.

          YOU HAVE ANOTHER, HE’S LIGHT TO YOU,
           WHAT I’VE DESIDED, I WAN’T TELL YOU.


YOU ARE NOT HERE, NOR AM I,
OUR LIFE’S SCRIPT, A FABRICATED LIE.
BURNING LIKE FIRE, THE GAN’S   BARREL NEAR,
I BRING IT SLOWLY TO YOUR PILLOW, MY DEAR…
      
           BURNING LIKE FIRE, THE GAN’S BARREL NEAR,
           I BRING IT SLOWLY TO YOUR PILLOW, MY DEAR…