<Sunday morning you were laughing> I saw the winter sky reflected in your eyes, how it seems so long ago You told me then I ought to know you’d never say you loved me Though we were friends and sometimes more, you were sure you’d keep your heart to yourself
I won’t let my words betray me But my thoughts won’t lie, <buried/burning> on my face What if you read just how I feel.
Reading’s not your favorite pastime So my secret’s save until I need to say, things you want - want to hear.
I used to watch you <shout/shut> them off without you even <trying> And as it seems that one is mine now I find I’m not sure how to pretend <But now honest…> can it be true, can you really feel the same For you tried to hide, you know it’s in your eyes And I can read you like a book, I can read like a book all the word you can’t say.