When You Come By

Love

And the candles are burning

Just as they always burn

When you come by

They want to fly

And the room is waiting

Just as it always does

For when you open the door

You don't expect any more

When you're second choice

And the winter's warmth is soothing

Just as it always is

From waiting

But I'm used to waiting, waiting

I'm used to waiting, waiting, waiting, waiting, waiting

Dreaming, dreaming, dreaming