Out where the bright lights are glowing
You're drawn like a moth to a flame
You laugh while the wine's over-flowing
While I sit and whisper your name

Four walls to hear me
Four walls to see
Four walls too hear me
Closing in on me

Sometimes I ask why I'm waiting
But my walls have nothing to say
I'm made for love, not for singing
So here's where you've left me, I'll stay

One night with you is like heaven
And so, while I'm walking the floor
I listen for steps in the hallway
And wait for your knock on my door

Four walls to hear me
Four walls to see
Four walls too hear me
Closing in on me

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Writer(s): CAMPBELL MOORE