WHEN WILL I BE LOVED

My crown of roses

Is filled with thorns

And the sleeve where my heart is

Is old and worn

I guess the time of my life

Is running late

And I don’t know how much longer

I can wait

For your phone calls, four walls, at nightfall, in your bed

So my bruised ears will not hear this one clear thought in my head

When will I be loved

The older I get

The younger I want to be

Why do I fall

So easily

For your phone calls, four walls, at nightfall, in your bed

Now my bruised ears can just hear this one clear thought in my head

When will I be loved

When will I be loved

Let’s dance in the dust

Of another one of our days

I hope that tomorrow

I will find a way

I’ll find a way

To your phone calls, four walls, at nightfall, in your bed

Now my bruised ears can just hear this one clear thought in my head

When will I be loved

When will I be loved

When will I be loved

My crown of roses

Is filled with thorns

And the sleeve where my heart is

Is old and worn

I guess the time of my life

Is running late

And I don’t know how much longer

I can wait

For your phone calls, four walls, at nightfall, in your bed

So my bruised ears will not hear this one clear thought in my head

When will I be loved

The older I get

The younger I want to be

Why do I fall

So easily

For your phone calls, four walls, at nightfall, in your bed

Now my bruised ears can just hear this one clear thought in my head

When will I be loved

When will I be loved

Let’s dance in the dust

Of another one of our days

I hope that tomorrow

I will find a way

I’ll find a way

To your phone calls, four walls, at nightfall, in your bed

Now my bruised ears can just hear this one clear thought in my head

When will I be loved

When will I be loved

When will I be loved