PR3–399
All You Had to Do Was Sing
My heart has always bailed me out
Sure I can be a lout
I can shout
But then I see that quiet
Hurt in her eyes
And it slaps me by its thunder
And my heart cries out
Of its mind
And I have to face my face
In the mirror and answer me this:
How could you do such a thing?
(When all you had to do was sing?)
