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
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
Frédérique Spigt