Long gone cold desire

As I woke up in the morning
I put the wrong foot out of my bed
There`s nothing in the ice-box
No more wonderbread
No coffee in the grinder
No wood to feed the fire
No love to kindle this old heart
Just your long gone cold desire
When I think of all the time I wasted
Being true walking that old tight-rope line
Wanting only you
Now my well`s run out of water
No wood to feed the fire
No love to kindle this old heart
Just your long gone cold desire
As I go to sleep this evening
It’s you I’m dreamin' of
You talk about believing
You end up leavin' love
No letter on the table
No wood to feed the fire
No love to kindle this old heart
Just your long gone cold desire