My crown of rosesnIs filled with thornsnAnd the sleeve where my heart isnIs old and wornnI guess the time of my lifenIs running latenAnd I don't know how much longernI can waitnnFor your phone calls, four walls, at night fall in your bednSo my bruised ears will not hear this one clear thought in my headnWhen will I be lovednnThe older I getnThe younger I want to benWhy do I fallnSo EasilynnFor your phone calls, four walls, at night fall in your bednNow my bruised ears can just hear this one clear thought in my headnWhen will I be lovednWhen will I be lovednnLet's dance in the dustnOf another one of our daysnI hope that tomorrownI will find a waynI'll find a waynnTo your phone calls, four walls, at night fall in your bednNow my bruised ears can just hear this one clear thought in my headnWhen will I be lovednn