I would have heard you,
But for my soul’s emptiness.
And the sounds of pain
I’ve let echo in my mind,
Closing out all sounds of love.
Sing me one more song,
Say one more time, “I love you.”
Let my heart open
To the joy of knowing you.
Speak of love, and I’ll hear you.
Find a pocket to put love in,
Don’t let it out during the day,
Never give it to another,
They’ll just throw it all away.
Hide your dreams behind your heartaches,
Make believe that they’re not there,
Tell the morning that you feel well,
Tell the night that you don’t care.
There’s no reason to feel sorry,
For the loves you didn’t win,
Just be glad if you’re still standing,
When the last results come in.
Still I need to say I love you,
Even though I know it’s wrong,
You can make believe I didn’t,
Write this silly little song.
I will keep my love within me,
You can look the other way,
There’s no need for you to tell me,
That you’ll never feel this way.
I heard you whisper,
Once upon a quick embrace.
You said, “I love you,”
And ever since that moment,
I’ve been hoping it was true.
Paint me a picture
Using my life as canvass,
Your touch as a brush.
Fill it with the things you love,
Then show it to all the world.
Do you understand,
That my love for you is real,
And is it okay
That I dream us together,
In an intimate embrace?
Or, would you rather
Have me simply think of you,
As the gentle hand
That sets repast before me,
And the smile for which I write?