In the fading of the afternoon
Towards the shores of night
I wondered why you didn't call
And how to make things right.
Your answering machine said
You probably weren't dead,
So I tried to say I loved you
When really I just needed you.
In the twilight of the gloaming
I crept up to your window
And what I saw I will not say
But God I wish it wasn't so.
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