(Latimer)
Hotel rooms, sleep eludes me
In this strange life I lead
Occasional friends, likewise lovers
Never wanting what I need


If you could be
Here close to me
I know - love
We were meant for each other
We will love one another
And it won't really matter at all
Who we are


Wake-up calls in the morning
The empty night fades away
You're still there, I'm still faking
Words I always meant to say


Andrew Latimer Guitars, Flute, Lead Vocals, Autoharp
Jan Schelhaas Grand Piano
Kit Watkins Mini Moog, Solina
Colin Bass Bass, Backing Vocals
Andy Ward Drums