Don't speak.
I understand when you're out of reach.
I comprehend, even without speech all the things that you don't say.
You say you've never been indiscreet but your heart's on display.
You're a torch, a torch song.
talk about love but what would you know?
write the same refrain to a different song.
Tell me with the faintest lilt of your head.
I want to paint your body sad with the color of envy. Indecision in your crooked smile and the signals you send. You're a torch.
a torch song.
talk about love but what would you know?
write the same refrain to a different song.
I'll write you all the pretty songs.
psychedelic furs or marti jones.
I'll write you all the pretty songs.
sing them loud like Frank Sinatra