We've seen a lifetime since we met Through good and bad And things we won't forget Forgotten promises and broken vows But we always made it through somehow But the key to you is broken in the lock And a simple band of gold is all we've got
It's in the things that I can't say That tear us both apart But if you keep listening You'll hear inside my heart of hearts
Darling, the simple things are hard to say And darling the words get in the way The poet sees the world through rhymes But only says so much See darling, the words are in my touch the meaning's in my touch
And maybe there's something I should say To make everything that's wrong Ok A simple phrase, a sonnet from a play But a man can only say so much these days And we're drifting to the deep end of the lake Trying to make good on our past mistakes
And I know you're tired But heaven's here and now I've got no explanation Words are worthless to me now
Darling... etc
Compositores: John Charles Waite (John Waite), Michael John Barakan ECAD: Obra #5684182