Richard Marx
Richard Marx
Richard Marx
Richard Marx
Richard Marx
Richard Marx
Richard Marx
Richard Marx
Richard Marx
Richard Marx
Richard Marx
Richard Marx
So many times
I've asked myself the question
Hiding in plain sight
Is your love another self-propeller perception
Burning in my mind
You don't know where I've been
I count too many sins
To play de sad charade
Suspicion kisses you when I do
Though I've never let you know
I only wish you knew what I knew
So we could both enjoy the show
Here in the crucible
Or could there be another explanation
I'm not aware of
Or should I just ignore the situation
Call me in care of
I don't know where you've been
Your lie's is paper thin
I see the truth erased
Suspicion kisses you when I do
Though I've never let you know
I only wish you knew what I knew
So we could both enjoy the show
Here in the crucible
You don't know where I've been
I count too many sins
To play de sad charade
Suspicion kisses you when I do
Though I've never let you know
I only wish you knew what I knew
So we could both enjoy the show
Here in the crucible