Anthony Phillips
Anthony Phillips
Anthony Phillips
Anthony Phillips
Anthony Phillips
Anthony Phillips
Anthony Phillips
Anthony Phillips
Anthony Phillips
Anthony Phillips
Regrets, yes I have many
But none so great as spurning your love
For how sweet, how sweet your love would be
As fierce as fire, as tender as dew
So let the rain fall
Crashing on me
And blind my eyes
For the love I can't feel
Take a sound, don't you wait, don't be hurried
Make a sign, don't be late, don't you worry now
Sometimes, I would have you close to me
And take the path that leads to the sea
In the dark our eyes would meet at last
And on your lips, the words I must flee
So let the rain fall
Crashing on me
And blind my eyes
For the love I can't feel
Take a sound, don't you wait, don't be hurried
Make a sign, don't be late, don't you worry now
So let the rain fall
Crashing on me
And blind my eyes
For the love I can't feel
Pulling out while the doubts loom above me
Shouting out in the dark for you to love me
Cutting life from the hopes of an outstretched hand
Regrets, our secret cemeteries
Where loves and loss are silently lain
The dream is fading faster now
And soon you'll skip beyond my recall
Regrets was written by Anthony Phillips.
Regrets was produced by Rupert Hine.