Wendy Mcneill Crossing Hearts-cutting Threads
Talk to me babe, you know I’ll listen
Talk to me babe, you know I care
Talk to me babe, you know I’ll listen
Talk to me babe, you know I care
Talk to me babe, you know I’ll listen
Talk to me babe, you know I care
Talk to me babe, you know I’ll listen
Talk to me babe, you know I care
Will is the bullet, want is the gun
Shame is the bandit and the cop that he runs from
The rebound the trip, turns into a skip
Over a stone, a tree, a cloud, falling
From checkers to chess, wishlist to guest
A game is a game is a game, I guess
You can read yourself wise, yet in the living go blind
To stones and trees, and clouds, falling
Tell me what it's like when no one’s watching
Tell me what it's like when no one’s there
Talk to me babe, you know I’ll listen
Talk to me babe, you know I care
Talk to me babe, you know I’ll listen
Talk to me babe, you know I care
Crossing hearts and cutting threads
Crossing hearts and cutting threads
Tell me what it like when no one’s watching
Tell me what it's like when no one’s there
Tell me what it's like when no one’s watching
Tell me what it's like when no one’s there
Tell me what it's like when no one’s watching
Tell me what it's like when no one’s there
Tell me what it's like when no one’s watching
Tell me what it's like because I still care
