Things To Say - Peter Himmelman
how can I tell you I need you to understand.
when you seem so cold,
so cold that it's way out of hand.
I'm struggling for a connection
but you don't look way
it seems like we've grown short on things to say
and when we're apart
my life feels like a dream
I can't distinguish between where I am
and where I've been
and the telephone is useless
when the threads begin to fray,
it seems like we've grown short on things to say
if I could hold you now
I'd be speaking to you with my hands
but it seems like the force which willed us here
had other plans
well I'm struggling for a connection
but you don't look my way
and it seems like we've grown short on things to say
Well I pray that the morning sun
will burn these feelings away
and that I can step out in a new scene
like a man in a play
a scene where all will be forgotten
the anger and dismay
and then we'll have so many things to say