• No More I Love You's
  • Why


    No More I Love You's

    I used to be lunatic from the gracious days
    I used to be woebegone and so restless nights
    My aching heart would bleed for you to see
    Oh but now...
    (I don't find myself bouncing round whistling and fortunes to make me cry)
    No more "I love you's"
    The language is leaving me
    No more "I love you's"
    Changes are shifting outside the word

    (The lover speaks about the monsters)
    I used to have demons in my room at night
    Desire, despair, desire, so many monsters
    Oh but now...
    (I don't find myself bouncing round whistling and fortunes to make me cry)

    No more "I love you's"
    The language is leaving me
    No more "I love you's"
    The language is leaving me in silence
    No more "I love you's"
    Changes are shifting outside the word

    They were being really crazy
    They were on the come.
    And you know what mammy?
    Everybody was being really crazy.
    Uh huh.
    The monsters are crazy.
    There are monsters outsides.

    CHORUS

    Outside the word

    Why

    How many times do I have to try to tell you
    That I'm sorry for the things I've done
    But when I start to try to tell you
    That's when you have to tell me
    Hey, this kind of trouble's only just begun
    I tell myself too many times
    Why don't you ever learn to keep your big mouth shut
    That's why it hurts so bad to hear the words
    That keep on falling from your mouth
    Falling from your mouth
    Falling from your mouth
    Tell me...

    Why

    Why

    I may be mad
    I may be blind
    I may be viciously unkind
    But I can still read what you're thinking
    And I've heard it said too many times
    That you'd be better off
    Besides...
    Why can't you see this boat is sinking
    Let's go down to the water's edge
    And we can cast away those doubts
    Some things are better left unsaid But they still turn me
    inside out
    Turning inside out turning inside out
    Tell me...

    Why

    Tell me...
    Why

    This is the book I never read
    These are the words I never said
    This is the path I'll never tread
    These are the dreams I'll dream instead
    This is the joy that's seldom spread
    These are the tears...
    The tears we shed
    This is the fear
    This is the dread
    These are the contents of my head
    And these are the years that we have spent
    And this is what they represent
    And this is how I feel
    Do you know how I feel?
    'Cause I don't think you know how I feel
    I don't think you know what I feel
    I don't think you know what I feel
    You don't know what I feel


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