Hot Hotter Hottest(Akoestische Jetsessie) - Zita Swoon

作词：Stef Kamil Carlens

30 days is long enough

So baby I won't call you anymore

I wish you'd rush in to my arms

Every wish I wish is bound to do me

The phone it rang around half past one

And then I pull the plug out of the wall

The conversations that I have

They don't amount to nothing

Except for the ugly thoughts I have

The doorbell rang around half past two

When I walk back inside my day was through

I think I slept all afternoon

And when I woke at night the moon was full

The neon flashing in the streets

And then I walk through town to a lazy beat

I take the phone off of my ears

'Cause the music don't sooth me

It just makes me bleed

I wonder if I'm done with thinking

This prison room will be my grave

But now I'm all alone and drinking

Although I surely lost the taste

In the morning when I woke

I heard a noisy television host

I switch the man out of my room

'Cause the games they don't thrill me

They just make me blue

Window's open

The curtain flies

I see the ghost of you before my eyes

I shiver as I turn away

I see the phone is waiting

I dial and I pray