抹茶 - Pillows of Stone (1987)

[verse1] Last Saturday I prayed To your favorite star The one we used to look at On the roof of our car [verse2] Yet, nothing Not a word, not a sign Dreams turning into dust I wish that was just lust... [verse3] Things could be simple What's wrong with loving me? Stone cold and distant You keep avoiding me [chorus1] Oh, does it have to be this way? (never) How hard could it be to reciprocate? [verse4] Things could be simple What's wrong with loving me? Stone cold and distant You keep avoiding me [chorus2] Oh, does it have to be this way? (never) How hard could it be to reciprocate?