The phone rings... 3 A.M. I'm pretending I'm asleep - 
could hear you
creeping .. And laughing as you dropped my name like 
bleeding snakes, like
poison, like the hell-fire that you paint in vivid 
colours. Well I guess
that he's a saint while I'm the one that's in the way. 
The one that keeps
you tangled up in chains. So very much I have to say.. I 
can't make it.
Well, it was only yesterday when you told me that you 
loved me. Will you
write it? I need to see it - black and white. I'll read 
it. I will read it
once again and maybe one day I'll believe it. But will 
you tell me where
you've been - everything in detail, every second, every 
moment. Every
thought. I need to know. It's just because I love you. 
Well, isn't that
enough?