Deborah Conway What's the point you're trying to make here I'm so tired I'm losing heart Talking round and round, your mouth is forming sounds Nonsensical now that we're apart Here we go, the words spill over We say the same thing it's a start Little fingers locked, little prayers fly up Wishful thinking now that we're apart Look outside the sky won't fall We're little things trying to muddle through It all could be so smooth, we could be so good But darling you're so cruel It's getting dark and you can't stay here My sweet thou doth protest too much Kiss me on the cheek, tell me that we'll speak So very soon now that we're apart I'm so mad my hand is aching To plunge a knife into your heart I want to see you bleed I need to see you need Me Now that we're apart
