Twilight glistens silently above our droopy eyelids
The summer air on the rooftop couldn't be more quiet
Placing bets on falling stars we swhisper nonsense words in two part harmony
Don't sing me a love song
I've been chased and loved by Romeos before
No Elizabethan prose
Don't try to make me laugh or make me cry or make me understand
Just tell me something that nobody knows
Here beneath the stars
Among the cigarettes and cars
And crickets singing
Tell me true words
Oh, tell me true words
Tell me true words you've never spoken before
Something keeps me lying here and waiting for a token
Something more contagious than nonsense words we've spoken
Breathing out and breathing in we whisper nonsense words in two part harmony
I've never been so sure
Wandering the streets on silent nights before
And mumbling in twelve bars
No on the roof we pass the bottle and we stare into the sky
And whisper secrets to the stars
Between the sting of rum
And all we've said, how far we've come
Maybe we're singing
Tell me true words
Tell me true words
Tell me true words you've never spoken before
The song stops here. So did the relationship, though.
I would have told him sooner if he hadn't been busy drinking himself dry.
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