Wednesday, 17 August 2016

Tell Me




It's dark and it's night
Not a street car in sight
You sit there alone on the porch
I ask you inside
A cold retort and you're through
I will go inside without you

Tell me
Tell me
What you want to say
Tell me
Tell me
Spill it
The words won't go away
Unless you
Tell me
Tell me
What you want to say
Make all those thoughts go away
Tell Me

It's a day of early morn
I sit all alone
You have gone
And I think to myself
The cold on the sill never moves
And neither does you or your sour heart

Tell me
Tell me
What you want to say
Tell me
Tell me
Spill it
The words won't go away
Unless you
Tell me
Tell me
What you want to say
Make all those thoughts go away
Tell Me

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