It's not always set out
In black and white
Sitting here trying to figure out
What's wrong or right
Its' funny how the small things
Change the way I feel
I get a feeling when I'm standing looking in your eyes
I can't move, I can't breathe, I am paralysed
I don't think I will ever be the same again
Thinking about the things I should have said
So many words running through my head and I know
When the minutes turn to hours and the hours turn to days
When your voice it feels like breaking from the words you couldn't say
Won't you just talk to me, talk to me, tell me how you feel
Just talk to me, talk to me, say something real
TALK TO ME
TALK TO ME
Talking to you is like talking to a photograph
Don't say a word, you just there frozen in the past
I'd give everything to hear you say anything at all
But you're a closed book, I just want to read you now, take the words from the page read them out loud
All I want to know is if you feel the way I feel
Thinking about the things I should have said
So many words running through my head and I know
When the minutes turn to hours and the hours turn to days
When your voice it feels like breaking from the words you couldn't say
Won't you just talk to me, talk to me, tell me how you feel
Just talk to me, talk to me, say something real
TALK TO ME
What have I got to do, why won't you let the words split out
I know they hurt but I need to know
Talk to me, talk to me, tell me how you feel
Talk to me, talk to me, say something real
When the minutes turn to hours and the hours turn to days
When your voice it feels like breaking from the words you couldn't say
Just talk to me, talk to me, tell me how you feel
Just talk to me, talk to me, say something real
TALK TO ME
TALK TO ME
TALK TO ME