My heart calls to You,
You answer on the first ring,
I guess You’ve been waiting for me to call, after all, You called me first.
I know, I heard the phone ring hours ago, but I was too afraid to pick up and say hello.
Now I’ve got You on the other end again, and I’m still too afraid to speak,
My heart races, my voice shakes, but You’re patient, so You’ll wait.
But I’ll hang up, and I’ll hang up, and I’ll hang up again, because my heart pounds too hard to hear Your voice anyway.
And when I come to my senses I’ll call back, and You’ll always pick up, and You’ll love me through my anxiety and my stubborn pride.