The phone rings... 3 A.M. I'm pretending I'm asleep - could hear you Creeping .. And laughing as you dropped my name like bleeding snakes, like Poison, like the hell-fire you create in vivid colours. Well I guess that he's a saint while I'm the one that's in the way. Keeps you tangled up in chains. So very much I have to say... I can't make it. I can't fake it. Well, it was only yesterday when you told me that you loved me. Will you Write it? I need to see it - black and white. I'll read it. I will read it. Once again. And maybe one day I'll believe it. Will you tell me where you've been? Every detail, every second, every moment, every thought. I need to know. It's just because I love you. Isn't that enough?