I call your number once again and count
Just ringing eight times but you are not around
But all of a sudden I can hear a different tone
Hello, don't hang up the telephone
I feel miserable, I feel high, for I'm suddenly alone with you
I've been a spoon, an impossible case since I met you
Go on, laugh at my confusion, I don't worry about awkwardness,
as long as I can kiss your hair with my words.
I've known you since long ago through fleeting encounters
I've always been seeing you in my fantasies and dreams
Even my own face I don't know as well as you
Hello, what I'm not familiar with, though, is your voice.
But how should I be familiar with it, when I talk all by myself.
Well, a spoon I've been, an impossible case, since I met you.
In my mind I keep on drawing in profile and en face
that face I'm kissing with my words - in the hair.
Hello, don't hang up the telephone.
So make complaint, write it down, that I call you when you're asleep.
You can laugh at my mistakes or you can be silent.
Lock your door to keep me out, I will find the back door of dreams.
And thanks to them I kiss your hair again.