The Everly Brothers
The Everly Brothers
The Everly Brothers
The Everly Brothers
Phil Everly
The Everly Brothers
The Everly Brothers
The Everly Brothers
The Everly Brothers
The Everly Brothers
The Everly Brothers
The Everly Brothers
The Everly Brothers
The Everly Brothers
The Everly Brothers
The Everly Brothers
The Everly Brothers
The Everly Brothers
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