I have been waiting for the day to fade
So that we talk and I have a happy face
Wondering if this can be called normal
Wondering if I should say or stay formal
I fall for you by each night that turns over
and then deeper when the morning soars
I keep thinking if this is at all usual
To be sure of what I have never felt before
Why am I not tired of talking to you on phone?
Then replaying every laugh, every word we spoke?
Needless is my urge to understand this ache
Useless is my effort to know why I am a wreck
I have been waiting for the day to fade
I am waiting for you to lay in your bed
Wondering if you would come to me tonight
So I can just be little happier than last night
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