Quiet alone, Saturday's nothing 'til you're home. I miss the sound you make when I blush and stare at the ground. I'm so in love that I can't understand how the world's in demand when you shine like a star to me. I'm still singing for summer where we had found one another. Please hurry back to me. Calm me down. Wait until I feel less abound. I'm so afraid that the life I've made is the long road to losing the love that I crave. I can't wait until the month of December. I've been alone. Please say we'll be together and hurry back to me.