Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Love's Withdrawal , by - Eric Roberson. Song from the album Mister Nice Guy, in the genre СоулRelease date: 02.09.2011
Record label: Dome
Song language: English
Love's Withdrawal |
| Am I on her mind like she’s on mine? |
| Till I invade her dreams, is time moving as fast as it seems? |
| Guess we blurred the line between lovers and friends |
| Where does it start, where does it end? |
| Situations like this really end so well |
| I can’t focus on the future now, too lost in your smile now |
| Maybe it’s the cure for all our craze |
| Opening doors to better days |
| Going through a night of love withdrawal |
| Staring at the clocks, or at the door |
| Wondering when we’ll share some time again |
| Hoping it is tonight |
| Going through a night of love withdrawal |
| Staring at the clocks, or at the door |
| Waiting to just share again |
| Laying here, wondering will she call |
| Just a hello would help ease my love withdrawal |
| The way she stares with innocent eyes |
| Down at me, between her thighs |
| Still smell her perfume while laying here |
| Must the clock be so cavalier, as I wait for her to appear |
| If not in my arms, at least in my dreams |
| By any means I need that scene |
| Going through a night of love withdrawal |
| Staring at the clocks, or at the door |
| Wondering when we’ll share some time again |
| Hoping it is tonight |
| Going through a night of love withdrawal |
| Staring at the clocks, or at the door |
| Waiting to just share again |
| Was that the doorbell? |
| No |
| Maybe I’ll check my phone again |
| I mean, sometimes it does not even ring at all |
| She didn’t call, man |
| Leave me a message, yo where you at? |
| Anyway, you got me waking up from a dream I just had |
| About having a dream about you having a dream about me |
| Safe to say I’m fiending for you |
| Trying to pick the locks to the meaning |
| So I can Facebook God |
| He say He in a space looking |
| But He say He got too much cleaning |
| I’m a slave to your phys-es, like you’re the master all night |
| I’ve been listening to Prince Rogers remixes |
| And playing them faster and faster |
| Trying to read your mind, but I guess I’m too sick to learn |
| And piano keys have become my spine |
| And you done played 'em so good 'til they burn |
| I’ve done touched your fingers too much |
| But I’m stubborn so I, so I’m back on stage |
| For my encore of a girl tour |
| When it rains it pours but when a man in pain it showers |
| I was born the minute I kissed you, but I died on the hour |
| Your face still lingers, it’s too much |
| Your eyes open like gates to heaven |
| It’s like when my words need crutches but the longer you away |
| I need you more like etcetera and such and such |
| And no matter the brand of heart you clutching |
| Baby, I’m trying to get in where I fit in |
| I’m trying to be the park to your Rosa |
| Sit in I suppose a man smitten |
| By a cattle just still got his tongue |
| So I’m waiting for it to be brought back by your kitten |
| The lines on my palms say |
| I’m too young to be this strung |
| But if I don’t taste you soon, I’m done |
| So, you just ain’t gone call me? |