They sing the things,
I want to tell you.
Why can't I say those words,
the words that say how much I love you.
Why can they sing them,
while I can't say them?
I listen to the words and wish you were here.
Here, in my arms,
where I would whisper those words to you.
But you aren't here
and I can't say them.
The words of love they sing about,
I can only listen to those songs.
Will I ever whisper those words to you?
Or is it all a dream?
Those songs,
those words,
that love,
that truth.