Testo Is It Something I Said?

The phone rings... 3 A.M. I'm pretending I'm asleep - could hear you creeping .. And laughing as you dropped my name like bleeding snakes, like poison, like the hell-fire that you paint in vivid colours. Well I guess that he's a saint while I'm the one that's in the way. The one that keeps you tangled up in chains. So very much I have to say.. I can't make it. Well, it was only yesterday when you told me that you loved me. Will you write it? I need to see it - black and white. I'll read it. I will read it once again and maybe one day I'll believe it. But will you tell me where you've been - everything in detail, every second, every moment. Every thought. I need to know. It's just because I love you. Well, isn't that enough?