Inger Marie Gundersen I Don't Want To Talk About It
I can tell by your eyes that youve probbly been cryin
forever,
And the stars in the sky dont mean nothin to you, theyre
a mirror.
I dont want to talk about it, how you broke my heart.
If I stay here just a little bit longer,
If I stay here, wont you listen to my heart, whoa, heart?
If I stand all alone, will the shadow hide the color of
my heart;
Blue for the tears, black for the nights fears.
The star in the sky dont mean nothin to you, theyre a
mirror.
I dont want to talk about it, how you broke my heart.
If I stay here just a little bit longer,
If I stay here, wont you listen to my heart, whoa, heart?
I dont want to talk about it, how you broke this ol
heart.
If I stay here just a little bit longer,
If I stay here, wont you listen to my heart, whoa, heart?
My heart, whoa, heart.