Morrison

He is looking at you While I wait for your call It’s to him that you turn I’m the one you’d let go You’re hung up on your dreams While you’re watching me play When we are making love You keep calling his name You’ve got Morrison on your mind, I’m on hold You’ve got Morrison in your heart, I’m out in the cold You want me dressed up in black The only colour you see You give and take it all back So you can give it to him You’ve got Morrison on your mind, I’m on hold You’ve got Morrison in your heart, I’m out in the cold I say – this is the end But you start singing the tune Why do you want to pretend There’s only me in the room