The Last Fight saturday morning

It's been a long long time
I'm sitting alone on my bed
And I spent all the night
thinking of you
Touch me I'm sick, sick, sick
in too deep, deep, deep.
Touch me I'm sick, sick, sick
in too deep, deep, deep.
I'm not standing in your, I'm not standing in your, I'm not standing in your mind
I'm not standing in your, I'm not standing in your, I'm not standing in your mind
It's been a long long time
Saying the right things oh my
and acting the wrong way
always the wrong way again.
Singing a song for fun
Listening One by One
How sweet is the time
Under saturday morning light, no I can't, no I can't.
T-T-Touch me I'm sick, sick, sick
in too deep, deep, deep.
Touch me I'm sick, sick, sick
in too deep, deep, deep.
I'm not standing in your, I'm not standing in your, I'm not standing in your mind
I'm not standing in your, I won't be hanged in your mind.