Something about love, something about sorrow. |
I've been waiting here, urging the phone to ring. Needing to hear your voice, to talk of everything. The hands of time go quickly by and my memory runs away. Here I stand alone today searching for the words to say. With tomorrow comes words i cant hear. with tomorrow comes the loneliness i fear. By tomorrow my breath will grow shallow. With tomorrow comes your sad goodbye. I can't say i'm shakespeare,or marlow,rice or king. But i can tell you ive seen things that they've never seen. I wont sing to you of juliet of boats and queens and things. All I can do is offer you my world of simple things. You can take anything I have for all I'll give to you. I give you innoncence, my soul and my name. And even as I lay here I know it's all in vain. As you held me higher closer to that flame I heard you calling me by another name. Have patience i'm doing the best I can. Have patience I'm only a simple man. With tomorrow go the things i've come to know. Patience, Love, everything I am Gone with your goodbye. With tomorrow comes pain and sorrow and though I gave you everything. One thing still holds true. With tomorrow comes the departure of the me when I knew you. |