my crown of roses is filled with thorns and the sleeve where my heart is is old and worn i guess the time of my life is running late and i don t know how much longer i can wait for your phone calls four walls at night fall in your bed so my bruised ears will not hear this one clear thought in my head when will i be loved the older i get the younger i want to be why do i fall so easily for your phone calls four walls at night fall in your bed now my bruised ears can just hear this one clear thought in my head when will i be loved when will i be loved let s dance in the dust of another one of our days i hope that tomorrow i will find a way i ll find a way to your phone calls four walls at night fall in your bed now my bruised ears can just hear this one clear thought in my head when will i be loved