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copyright © LOUIE FLECK 1989 |
Who would believe that you'd go with such haste
The same who think I would call out to protest,
Where are the tears?
When I loved you, I ached, When you loved me I ran,
Not the way that you cooked or the way that you sang
Now, where are the tears?
I see no change, the shelves are still bare
And it's hard now it seems to put something else there
When I call out your name, I know you won't hear
The eyes are still dry, all that's missing is tears
Where are the tears? They're right over here...
It seems something green to crawl in your lair
Only a bad dream could abandon me there
You avoided my glance, the decision was made
There wasn't a chance this deal could've been saved
When I call out your name, I know you won't hear
The eyes are still dry, all that's missing is tears
Where are the tears? They're right over here.