where's love?

Lonely is the room, the bed is made, the open window lets the rain in

Burning in the corner is the only one who dreams he had you with him

My body turns and yearns for a sleep that will never come

(...)

Well maybe i'm just too young

To keep good love from going wrong

~*~

Oh... lover, you should've come over

'Cause it's not too late
~*~
Well I feel too young to hold on

And i'm much too old to break free and run

Too deaf, dumb, and blind to see the damage i've done

Sweet lover, you should've come over

Oh, love well i'm waiting for you

(...)

("Lover you should've come over",

Jeff Buckley)