it's not always set out

in black and white

sitting here trying to figure out

what's wrong or right

its' funny how the small things

change the way I feel

I get a feeling when I'm standing looking in your eyes

I can't move, I can't breathe, I am paralysed

I don't think I will ever be the same again

thinking about the things I should have said

so many words running through my head and I know

when the minutes turn to hours and the hours turn to days

when your voice it feels like breaking from the words you couldn't say

won't you just talk to me, talk to me, tell me how you feel

just talk to me, talk to me, say something real,

TALK TO ME

TALK TO ME

talking to you is like talking to a photograph,

don't say a word, you just there frozen in the past

I'd give everything to hear you say anything at all

but you're a closed book, I just want to read you now, take the words from the page read them out loud

all I want to know is if you feel the way I feel

thinking about the things I should have said

so many words running through my head and I know

when the minutes turn to hours and the hours turn to days

when your voice it feels like breaking from the words you couldn't say

won't you just talk to me, talk to me, tell me how you feel

just talk to me, talk to me, say something real,

TALK TO ME

what have I got to do, why won't you let the words split out

I know they hurt but I need to know

talk to me, talk to me, tell me how you feel

talk to me, talk to me, say something real

when the minutes turn to hours and the hours turn to days

when your voice it feels like breaking from the words you couldn't say

just talk to me, talk to me, tell me how you feel

just talk to me, talk to me, say something real,

TALK TO ME

TALK TO ME

TALK TO ME