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