Album: Hand Cut
Romantic evening, quiet drive home
Slip off your coat, unhook the phone
A tender kiss, a coffee, a brandy for me Story book evening comes to an end
Your smile it fades, feelings they tend
To run wild in the night
Oh I’d like to say I love ya But it would only be a lie
But I’d rather say I love ya Than to see you cry, cry, cry
Over me, over me Head on the pillow, doubt in your eyes
Romantic looks, thinly disguise
That lack of emotion, that spark that lies dead in my heart
No promise, no debt, when nothing is left
I can’t give you the ultimate gift
Don’t ask me again, don’t look in that way, it’s not there
Oh I’d like to say I love ya But it would only be a lie
But I’d rather say I love ya Than to see you cry, cry, cry
Over me, over me You turn your head away, whisper goodnight my love
Tears upon your pillow, they won’t buy love, buy love…
Oh I’d like to say I love ya But it would only be a lie
But I’d rather say I love ya Than to see you cry, cry, cry
Oh I’d like to say I love ya But it would only be a lie
But I’d rather say I love ya Than to see you cry, cry, cry
Over me, over me