Under my skin is an itch and a burning, cured only by contact with you
And the moon through the trees would look oh so pretty if only I’d view it with you
Your lips grasp to mine, in the dreams that accompany me on lonely nights
Call me home, call me home, my dearest darling, call me home, hold me near, keep me close.
Call me home, call me home, my charming protector, call me home with the sound of your voice.
Call me home.
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