| I don’t want to say, «I love you»
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| That would give away too much
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| It’s hip to be detached and precious
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| The only thing you feel is vicious
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| I don’t want to say, «I want you»
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| Even though I want you so much
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| It’s wrapped up in conversation
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| It’s whispered in a hush
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| Though I’m frightened by the words
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| Think it’s time I made it heard
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| No more empty self-possession
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| Visions swept under the mat
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| It’s no New Year’s resolution
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| It’s more than that
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| Now, I wake up happy
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| Warm in a lover’s embrace
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| No one else can touch us
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| While we’re in this place
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| So I’ll sing it to the world
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| This simple message to my girl
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| No more empty self-possession
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| Visions swept under the mat
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| It’s no New Year’s resolution
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| It’s more than that
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| Though I’m frightened by the words
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| Think it’s time I made it heard
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| So I’ll sing it to the world
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| A simple message to my girl
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| No more empty self-possession
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| Visions swept under the mat
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| It’s no New Year’s resolution
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| It’s more than that
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| Oh, there’s nothing quite as real
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| As the touch of your sweet hand
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| I can’t spend the rest of my life
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| Buried in the sand
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| Oh, every night I hear you call my name
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| I’m gonna sleep in my thoughts that roam
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| Oh, every night to express my pain
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| But I won’t get wrapped in your tomb
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| No, I don’t care, I don’t care why you’ve gone now
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| And every night sings the same song, same song
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| I hear hear humming in my sleep
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| I don’t want to say
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| I don’t want to say
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| I can’t spend the rest of my life
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| Buried in the sand |