By Kristy Austin ksaustin@hotmail.com Date: 13 November 1997
He plays to me over the phone
we talk and talk for hours,
I wish that he was near me
I wish the night was ours.
But fantasies are stupid
and never will come true,
I'm the only one who knows
'cause nothings up to you.
I dream a draem and talk the talk
and wish you'd make up your mind,
cause I think your in it deep
but my love you'll never find.