tell me no lies.
Give me your heart,
as you look in my eyes.
Reveal to me
the truth of all time
Give me your heart,
or some little sign.
A sign that you love me,
a sign that you care.
A sign I'm not crazy,
and you want me to be here.
If no sign can you give,
that your love is true;
I'll keep living of course,
But I will be blue.
My tears may start flowing,
and wetten your face;
if so I will leave,
and get out of this place.
Away from you here,
and into the night.
But live on I will try,
and your wishes I will not fight.
(c) Alan Bailward August 1997