OK, so here it is
It all started when you left,
with dizziness and shortness of breath
Well, yes
It's really quite unusual,
I should be so fond of you
I think I deserve the truth,
don't you?
So, when are you coming home, dear?
And why are you running away?
I'm drowning in my sorrow,
and waiting for yesterday
Guess you keep me on my toes,
telling me what I should know
But our love won't grow if
you're not home
Feeling fevered, burning up
Thinking that I might of rushed
into love that didn't mean
that much
So, when are you coming home, dear?
And why are you running away?
I'm drowning in my sorrow,
and waiting for yesterday