Rebecca Martin
Rebecca Martin
Rebecca Martin
Rebecca Martin
Rebecca Martin
Rebecca Martin
Rebecca Martin
Rebecca Martin
Rebecca Martin
Rebecca Martin
Rebecca Martin
Rebecca Martin
Rebecca Martin
When we speak it takes everything
Not to tell the truth or look at you
Into the eyes of a liar
Do you know who it is you’re talking to?
Just another moment
To walk around the bedroom floor
The times that I adored you
Kept me coming back for more
Talking to you
What’s there to say dear
When I know so well
The places you’re protecting
Are broken all to hell
This time I must be going
I should have packed up long ago
The only thing that’s certain
The only thing I know
No more talking
Talking to you