Eyes That Talk

If you wander in the day
and still possess some words to say,
then call me on a telephone
'cause Silence makes me feel alone.

If you don't have any words
and in your heart are only birds,
then give to me a tender moan:
your Silence makes me all alone.

If for me you've mostly hate
and your voice will elevate,
I'll want to hear your angry tone:
with Silence I'd be more alone.

If you think your words are plain
and that I'd think them too inane,
I'll hear you even as a drone;
I'd rather that, than be alone.

But if there is no telephone,
there isn't in you any moan,
you haven't got an angry tone
or if you're surely not a drone
do not fear that there's a stone.

Those are just the things that rhyme:
for better word's I've little time.
Just talk to me, for that is of
the sweetest kind of sweetest love.

3/21/2004/9:35AM