Song | Don't Tell Me |
Artist | Peter Hammill |
Album | The Thin Man Sings Ballads |
You don't have to say a thing, | |
the silence is sweet; | |
we've been together today | |
in a way we might never repeat. | |
Oh, your head on the pillow, | |
the distance in your eyes – | |
already you might be | |
rehearsing the word "Goodbye". | |
When the evening comes of this perfect day, | |
when the shadows run will you look away, | |
will you slip away? | |
Don't tell me anything. | |
You don't have to say a word, | |
all too well I understand: | |
there's a nervous tension | |
in the touch of your gentle hand. | |
That makes me afraid – | |
I've seen you like this before... | |
the moment you find somebody new | |
you find yourself bored. | |
Oh, I don't want to lose you. | |
When the evening comes of this perfect day, | |
when the shadows run will you look away, | |
will you slip away? | |
Don't tell me anything. | |
Now the evening's come, | |
now I'm left alone; | |
now the passion's done | |
and you're going home... | |
oh, when will you telephone? | |
You don't tell me anything. | |
No, you don't even tell me | |
the bell won't ring. |
You don' t have to say a thing, | |
the silence is sweet | |
we' ve been together today | |
in a way we might never repeat. | |
Oh, your head on the pillow, | |
the distance in your eyes | |
already you might be | |
rehearsing the word " Goodbye". | |
When the evening comes of this perfect day, | |
when the shadows run will you look away, | |
will you slip away? | |
Don' t tell me anything. | |
You don' t have to say a word, | |
all too well I understand: | |
there' s a nervous tension | |
in the touch of your gentle hand. | |
That makes me afraid | |
I' ve seen you like this before... | |
the moment you find somebody new | |
you find yourself bored. | |
Oh, I don' t want to lose you. | |
When the evening comes of this perfect day, | |
when the shadows run will you look away, | |
will you slip away? | |
Don' t tell me anything. | |
Now the evening' s come, | |
now I' m left alone | |
now the passion' s done | |
and you' re going home... | |
oh, when will you telephone? | |
You don' t tell me anything. | |
No, you don' t even tell me | |
the bell won' t ring. |