two three four shots
stand and clap
i hear the ticking of the clock
i'm lying here the room's pitch dark
clockwise circle spin
stand and clap
i wonder where you are tonight
no answer on the telephone and half loop
and the night goes by so very slow
oh i hope that it won't end though
alone enthusiastic snapping tap
till now i always got by on my own
i never really cared until i met you
and now it chills me to the bone
how do i get you alone
how do i get you alone
