} Where are you? {where are you, oh oh} Waiting patiently {patiently} For you to call me {please call me} I need you, I miss you I'm sitting here all alone {sitting here
Übersetzung: Dream. Sitting Here.
appear} Where are you? {where are you, oh oh} Waiting patiently {patiently} For you to call me {please call me} I need you, I miss you I'm sitting here all alone {sitting here
rose Some people call it paradise, but I call it pain Baby take me anywhere, but not here again Why am I sitting in the middle of nowhere Standing here
: Took a while for me to figure out what just happened, I?m sitting here alone: my life in pieces, Trying so hard to understand, hoping I can, Get
wrapped up in her love i never woulda thought that id be caught up again im so wrapped up in her love i guess im taking a chance on you.. just sitting here
to say is You're a part of me, let me be a part of you Want to tell you what I'm thinking, but the words get in the way When I'm sitting here alone
: I can hear you Call my name Sitting beside me Like a burning flame My eyes are closed but I feel you breathe Whispering softly Listen to me I will
: I'm sitting here wishing for something that's missing I'm waiting for you to tell me that time keeps on passing I'm hoping, I'm asking to stand by
in doubt Sitting in church like, "who's gonna save my soul now? " They try to tell me that God ain't real And a chain of big explosions is why I'm here
And you jump from yer bed, from yer last chapter of dreamin' And you can't remember for the best of yer thinking If that was you in the dream that was
die'm that sneaky little nigga still off the hook Off the chain and a muthafucking wire You can label me a hitman that's out here for hire Throwin up
: Sitting here wasted and wounded at this old piano Trying hard to capture the moment this morning I don't know 'Cause a bottle of vodka is still lodged
: Sitting here just watching you sleep Wish I could slip inside and be In some Technicolor dream But the air's too thick for one of us to breathe
: Sitting here drinking again... thinking back on how simple it used to be. Can it ever be that way again? I'm drinking this one to my friends. Looks
And old enough to rock a the bop Oh, well I'm old enough to kick And old enough to rock a the bop I got on my swinging jeans and looking for a dream,
: I'm sitting here alone up in my room And thinking about the times that we've been through (oh my love) I'm looking at a picture in my hand Trying my
