A voice on the other end said, “Where in the world have you been?”
I said, “I’ve been all around, but I can’t see a thing,”
I was lying in my bed, (lying in my bed)
Trying to arrange my head when a letter came in from him, saying I was dead,
It was signed in blood, it was mailed into my heart,
Though the channel was clear, I didn’t want to hear,
It made me worried, (worried)
Worried, (worried)
When you’re out with the boys, walking paranoid, and all your toys make you discouraged,
It’s really sad, you know, when you’ve nothing to show,
And there it reads, (there it reads)
On the…on the bottom line:
I love you, (I love you)
I love you, (I love you)
Awaiting your reply, awaiting your reply.
Why did he have to word it like that?
Why can’t he just let me be?
It was bad enough that he offered his love, but why did he fry my head with that last line?
Awaiting your reply, (awaiting your reply)
Awaiting your reply. (awaiting your reply)
I could laugh in the face of life,
I could laugh in the face of lies, but I knew I couldn’t keep him waiting,
I had so little time.
So I called him up, asked for him by name,
He passed me the ticket and I boarded the plane,
We pulled out onto the airport runway,
We began to climb as the whole world exploded,
I’d just asked him for his lifeline, (lifeline)
The blood…the blood of Jesus is his lifeline, (lifeline, yeah)
So sit down and read his letter, (his letter)
His love is clearly defined,
And when you’re done with his words, you won’t forget what you’ve heard,
And in his love, he’ll haunt you day and night.
Awaiting your reply, (awaiting your reply)
Awaiting your reply. (awaiting your reply)
