Four de Lit

She wakes up lonely
She wakes up lonely
She hangs a picture by the phone
She hangs a picture by the phone

Yeah she doesn't think we're gonna make it
But when i'm home we're sleeping naked
And we pretend that we're in love

She wakes up lonely
She telephones me
To ask me if i'm coming home
She says will you be coming home

It was different when we thought
That we wanted the same thing
Everything was figured out and now
It doesn't make much sense

Yeah, it's just another thing she can't get

Yeah, she likes to think that we're in love
She likes to think that we're in love