My crown of roses
Is filled with thorns
And the sleeve where my heart is
Is old and worn
I guess the time of my life
Is running late
And I don’t know how much longer
I can wait
For your phone calls, four walls, at nightfall, in your bed
So my bruised ears will not hear this one clear thought in my head
When will I be loved
The older I get
The younger I want to be
Why do I fall
So easily
For your phone calls, four walls, at nightfall, in your bed
Now my bruised ears can just hear this one clear thought in my head
When will I be loved
When will I be loved
Let’s dance in the dust
Of another one of our days
I hope that tomorrow
I will find a way
I’ll find a way
To your phone calls, four walls, at nightfall, in your bed
Now my bruised ears can just hear this one clear thought in my head
When will I be loved
When will I be loved
When will I be loved
My crown of roses
Is filled with thorns
And the sleeve where my heart is
Is old and worn
I guess the time of my life
Is running late
And I don’t know how much longer
I can wait
For your phone calls, four walls, at nightfall, in your bed
So my bruised ears will not hear this one clear thought in my head
When will I be loved
The older I get
The younger I want to be
Why do I fall
So easily
For your phone calls, four walls, at nightfall, in your bed
Now my bruised ears can just hear this one clear thought in my head
When will I be loved
When will I be loved
Let’s dance in the dust
Of another one of our days
I hope that tomorrow
I will find a way
I’ll find a way
To your phone calls, four walls, at nightfall, in your bed
Now my bruised ears can just hear this one clear thought in my head
When will I be loved
When will I be loved
When will I be loved