(Springfield)
|
I must be blind
|
I can't see why
|
We can't work this out
|
It gets so tangled
|
When we try to talk and sort it out
|
|
There's people dying for what they believe
|
And I can't even choose should I stay or leave
|
And we're supposed to be in love
|
|
And the great lost art of conversation
|
Is lost on this man tonight
|
And the late crossed heart of good intention
|
Is forgotten in the heat of the fight
|
|
We count the scars to see who won
|
You wear them on your heart
|
It feels so strange you feel so numb
|
I thought I'd fall apart
|
|
I'll take my leave
|
You take your lace
|
Let's leave it now with some semblance of grace
|
No point trying to talk anymore
|
|
And the great lost art of conversation
|
Is lost on this man tonight
|
And the late crossed heart of good intention
|
Is forgotten in the heat of the fight
|
|
And know I won't keep holding on
|
I'm not that strong
|
End it, it's time we both moved on
|
No point in trying to talk anymore
|
|
And the great lost art of conversation
|
Is forgotten in the heat of the fight
|
And the late crossed heart of good intention
|
Is lost on this man tonight
|
|
-----------------
|
The Great Lost Art Of Conversation
|
| Rick Springfield |
