| It’s not the way you bring me to my knees
|
| It’s not the way you borrow, beg or plead
|
| It could be false, although it could be true
|
| A simple touch, a hand to hold onto
|
| I’m on the verge of nowhere
|
| The sight, the sound of nobody there
|
| You can’t break the pieces of a broken heart in two
|
| So why do you?
|
| You can’t break the pieces of a broken heart in two
|
| Tell me, tell me, why do you?
|
| It’s not the way you look from side to side
|
| Unlock the door, you need not run and hide
|
| It could be true, we’ve taken it a bit too far
|
| Sweet and simple is all we really are
|
| I’m on the verge of nowhere
|
| The sight, the sound of nobody there
|
| There comes a time, my love, my love
|
| There comes a time
|
| A friend for summer is a friend forever
|
| So they say and so we go
|
| Do you believe I would hide the truth from you?
|
| Oh, silly girl, there’s things I would rather do
|
| We spend our time in search of the perfect rhyme
|
| When all the while, we have it all the time
|
| Falling off the edge of nowhere
|
| The sight, the sound of nobody there
|
| You can’t break the pieces of a broken heart in two (why do you?)
|
| Why do you?
|
| You can’t break the pieces of a broken heart in two
|
| Tell me, tell me, why?
|
| Tell me, tell me, why?
|
| Tell me, tell me, why?
|
| Tell me, tell me, why?
|
| Tell me, tell me, why?
|
| Tell me, tell me, why? |