Paroles: Andrea Lewis. Talk To Me.

Hey
You never talk to me
You know I'd listen
To what you have to say

And hey
You never look at me
You know I miss it
The way you used to stare

Do you see the light of the setting sun
Do you feel the breeze through the open window
Do you see the end of the winding road
And will you talk to me

Hey
You never write to me
You know I'd read it
And reply right away

And hey
You never call for me
You know I'd answer
Hear what you'd have to say

Do you see the light of the setting sun
Do you feel the breeze through the open window
Do you see the end of the winding road
And will you talk to me

Do you see the light of the setting sun

Do you feel the breeze through the open window
Do you see the end of the winding road
And will you talk to me

(Simon Curtis)
What would I say
This can't be said
We can talk and talk for hours
What would it change
You know I can feel
There's nothing left here to hold onto
There's nothing left to salvage
Cause it's over

Do you see the light of the setting sun
Do you feel the breeze through the open window
Do you see the end of the winding road
And will you talk to me

Do you see the light of the setting sun
Do you feel the breeze through the open window
Do you see the end of the winding road
And will you talk to me

Hey
You never cry for me
You know I'd be there
To wipe up every tear