I 'll go when you call me
We both know that this means nothing
I feel nostalgia touching you
I roll falling forward
You call and I backslide to you
I feel nostalgia touching you
Tommorrow I will be waking
To the urge to retreat I concede
I watch my hands begin shaking
I know I'll go when you call
I wish I could resist the fall
This night we bring life to
All those memories stained on sheets
I turn down dim lights
Wishing that I would stay
Tommorrow I will be waking
I feel the pleasure of pleasing recede
I watch my hands begin shaking
I know I'll go when you call
I wish I could resist the fall
I'll go when you call me
We know that we both belong here
I trust there's nothing wrong
Your conscience clear
Your conscience clear