in my headphones your still alivennwaiting with mennfor our clothes to drynnand i read your horoscope though our love is deadnnremembering the timennthe time it readnncapricorn go your own waynnleave your lady lovelornnnhow could i blame you when that's what it said to donnmy favorite song is in my earsnnthe one you wrote only for me to hearnnand i read your horoscopennthough our love is deadnnremembering the timennthe time is readnncapricorn go your own waynnleave your lady lovelornnnhow can i blame you when that's what it said to donnyour torrid lettersnncarried with menntaken out when they are needednnin times when i'm awake lazy, emptynnin need of words written for me