The other day I heard his voice br The same I thought I'd hear no more br The soothing, nervous question arose br Was he the one that I adore? br br He spoke of a visit soon br I replied that I can't wait br He asked quietly of love br I only know the sex was great br br I told him I have missed him br I know that sometimes I really do br Not knowing when I'd get to hold him br This made me feel kinda blue br br I seriously didn't want to let go br Of that voice on the other end br To actually set eyes on him will be incredible br Maybe then the loneliness will mend br br Although the communication br Has not gotten much better br Speaking haltingly on the phone br Is easier than unpuzzling a letter br br I told him to ignore any rumours br For they are only spread through spite br People wanting what they can't have br And making up things that just aren't right br br Okay, he said he'd come to visit br He's said that before though br But he's been gone awhile br And if it's only for sex then, so? br br As we we were finally hanging up br All I could say was goodbye br I heard him say 'I love you' br I only replied with a sigh br br I know I'm just fuckin' confused br The sex is great, so why bring in love? br Whatever happens, just does br Love should be up to the angels above.