Touched by thoughts. as cold as ice. Like some bathroom floor. No love can be worth this price. Still I ask for more. Endless days and restless nights. And forgotten scenes. Hopelessly I tried to find. Escape from this deam. Baby I miss you. When are you coming home. No matter where you are. I hate being alone. Love is sweet. And bitter too. The taste can leave cold. You know I hate it. But I cannot refuse to capture control. How it seems. There's no way out. I guess I never knew. Emptiness has left no doubt. Now I want you. Baby I miss you. When are you coming home. No matter where you are. I hate being alone. Baby I miss you. When are you coming home. No matter where you are. I hate being alone. Baby I miss you. When are you coming home. You've been gone for so long. Baby I miss you. When are you coming home. Tell me you're coming back.