I sit at home alone
I wait here by the phone
I know you'll never call
(Oh what a feeling) Oh, what a feeling

The days turn into weeks
Your letters I shall keep
The ones (Oooh) you didn't write
(Oh what a feeling) Oh, what a feeling

(Ahhh) It must be love
Although it's bitter (Ahhh)
It must be love
I can't forget her

The days turn into weeks
Her letters I shall keep
The ones she didn't write
(Oh what a feeling) Oh, what a feeling
(Oh what a feeling) Oh, what a feeling