Sometimes I feel like I’m stranded
The chances of you paying any attention to me
About the same as a bottled message
Reaching you from this island where I send it
Pretending to practice romantic gestures
Refusing to give up
From a comfortable distance
Where reality isn’t clear
I may never hear you say yes
To my longing question I haven’t asked
But I will never hear you say no
From way out here
The chances of you paying any attention to me
About the same as a bottled message
Reaching you from this island where I send it
Pretending to practice romantic gestures
Refusing to give up
From a comfortable distance
Where reality isn’t clear
I may never hear you say yes
To my longing question I haven’t asked
But I will never hear you say no
From way out here
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