The Last Song

I can’t call you, my phone will be relieved
You can’t call me 'cause someone else will feel deceived
I don’t understand this, how’d you get hold of me?
Got me questioning my fidelity
I send a package in the post
I got love to send
Should I want you the most?
And it feels like I’ve no defense
The tree in my garden is blossoming still
It’s late this year, it’s just like me, it’s wavering
Going through the motions, oh, I want to be at home
It’s an effort to get on this plane at all
It was love for sure
Every cliché in the book
I loved you more and more
With every desperate look
Don’t thank me for breakfast with your naked skin
Don’t lie, don’t pretend you feel anything
My heart is no longer a friend of mine
It wants to betray me most of the time
I love you, my darling
I love you, my friend
Oh, I love you, my darling
But it feels like this is the end