My crown of roses   Is filled with thorns   And the sleeve where my heart is   Is old and worn   I guess the time of my life   Is running late   And I don't know how much longer   I can wait      For your phone calls, four walls, at night fall in your bed   So my bruised ears will not hear this one clear thought in my head   When will I be loved      The older I get   The younger I want to be   Why do I fall   So Easily      For your phone calls, four walls, at night fall in your bed   Now my bruised ears can just hear this one clear thought in my head   When will I be loved   When will I be loved      Let's dance in the dust   Of another one of our days   I hope that tomorrow   I will find a way   I'll find a way      To your phone calls, four walls, at night fall in your bed   Now my bruised ears can just hear this one clear thought in my head   When will I be loved