Une Sorte de Panique Voluptueuse

Every day it's the same routine How I wait for the phone to ring Every night it's the same old scene I try to act like a human being When you come around All I hear is the sound Of my heart pounding inside my chest Every night it's the same old dream Of how I wish you were here with me Every star is a wishing thing But the moon glows lonely beams How I want you to know it And I want to show it But if I expose it I'm afraid that I'll blow it