The Talking

In a picture I sit by the lake
November blue sky on the water
How hard is it for you
To see me as somebody's daughter?
I've never been able to fake it
To pretend I don't care anymore
So I'll leave it up to you to do the talking

For now that I want to let go
I don't even know if I can
The mountains won't move by my hand

You told me I couldn't go home
Did you really think I'd believe you?
I've never forgotten your curses
Though I tried my best to deceive you
I've never been able to leave
And can't get my feet to go walking
So I'll leave it up to you to do the talking

You know you left me alone in this room
Where all I do is wander around
Sit and rock in my chair
How did we get from there to here?
In my dreams there's a man so gentle
He cradles my head in his hands
And whispers, "My darling, let me hear your voice"

You speak as if our love were over
But I think it has yet to begin
And I have to believe in that hope
Like you have to keep up your chin
But I don't know if I've ever believed
If I've ever truly had faith
So now I'll be quiet and you can do the talking

Nerissa Nields © 1991 Peter Quince Productions, ASCAP

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