He holds my hand when it is dark
Tells me secrets that I need to know
But he never, never, never tries to say what he wants from me
I take him down the secret pathway
Holding in the hope that it's the last day
That I'd never, never, never light the way at night
Don't want to make you see
I've been taking notice to
Watching all the things you do
I can never work it out
Just what you go on about
Summer gone, the garden's dying down
And he is no longer coming 'round
The hope I'm holding is running from my hands
Maybe it was meant unsaid
But I won't forget the times that we had
They seem so long ago
Does it show
And I need to know right now
Just how
You've got to spell it out
No doubt
I'll never hear from you
That's true
And maybe I don't want to hear from you
And maybe I don't want to hear from you
And maybe I don't want to hear from you
And maybe I don't want to hear from you
And maybe I don't want to hear from you
And maybe I don't want to hear from you
And maybe I don't want to hear from you