I DONT WANT TO TALK ABOUT IT
(Danny Whitten, 1977)
I can tell by your eyes that youve probbly been cryin forever,
and the stars in the sky dont mean nothin to you, theyre a mirror.
I dont want to talk about it, how you broke my heart.
If I stay here just a little bit longer,
If I stay here, wont you listen to my heart, whoa, heart?
If I stand all alone, will the shadow hide the color of my heart;
blue for the tears, black for the nights fears.
The star in the sky dont mean nothin to you, theyre a mirror.
I dont want to talk about it, how you broke my heart.
If I stay here just a little bit longer,
if I stay here, wont you listen to my heart, whoa, heart?
I dont want to talk about it, how you broke this ol heart.
If I stay here just a little bit longer,
if I stay here, wont you listen to my heart, whoa, heart?
My heart, whoa,My heart. http