CANADIAN ARTIST DAVID WILCOX Dear darling I love you always Some things never change Our love is one of them That's what you say In your letter Of only yesterday But there's another story Hidden on the pages Where though I can see it Only hearts can feel the words Between the lines The little signs that hide between the lines The little signs that hide between the lines Opportunity A sudden phone call Such a little white lie Ooh where when or why My friends won't say a thing Think I must be blind Truth is so unkind A glance A whisper A chance to meet Across a crowded room A guilty secret That lies between the lines The little signs that hide between the lines The little signs that hide between the lines There's a place I believe in Partly truth Partly fiction I can say with conviction I'll get there I'll get there Dear darling I love you always Some things never change Our love is one of them That's what you say In your letter Of only yesterday But there's another story Hidden on the pages Where though I can see it Only hearts can feel the words Between the lines The little signs that hide between the lines The little signs that hide between the lines