Frédérique Spigt
I can’t tell
> 1986 - I’ve got the bullets
I can’t tell (5:32)
My mind just keeps on turning
To things we said last night
Tears keep on burning in my eyes
Your footsteps on the lawn
It’s all too real, it’s all too real
You left me sittin’ and cryin’ alone
Your image is still fading
I can’t conceil the pain
The things I tried to tell you
Was it in vain?
I wonder if you hear me
I can’t tell you how it feels
Please wise up and be real
And find my love again
I could tell you all my dreams
And share them but it seems
To be too late, too late for you and me
I stare at empty teacups I see your empty chair
This emptiness is more than I can bear
Your scent is missing too
It’s all too real, it’s all too real
I wonder what is happening to you, oh no
I can’t tell you how it feels
Please wise up and be real
And find my love again
I could tell you all my dreams
And share them but it seems
To be too late, too late for you and me baby
I try to sing our favorite melody
But the notes seem to slip my mind
And since you’re gone babe
The words no longer rhyme
And please don’t say, just like our love
This song is out of time
I just can’t believe that we are through
No, no, no!
I can’t tell you how it feels
Please wise up and be real
And find my love again
I can tell you all my dreams
I could share them but it seems
To be too late
You better wise up, you better wise up
You better wise up, you better wise up and be real
Find my love again
Oh baby, wise up
All I need, you better wise up
Find my love again Yeah alright, wise up
Muziek/tekst: Martin Bakker/Peter van Gameren
(P) 1986 Shoot The Moon Music/Warner Bros. Music
(C) 1986 CBS Grammofoonplaten BV