Why does it have to hurt so bad, for me to hear your voice?
Its plaguing through redundance in my mind, that one day I heard you say "Tony, don't fret my love. I'll be coming back to you in June."

Can I tell you everything I feel today?
Walk down the hall all my thoughts...
Well, I can't say how I feel.

(I'll wait for you to hold my hand...)

Why does it have to hurt so bad, for me to see your smile?
I guess I let your beauty slip my mind.


(I'll wait for you to understand...)

And today, I can't let you go away. I need you here, lying in my arms watching the sky.

Can I tell you everything I feel today?
Walk down the hall all my thoughts...
Well, I can't say how I feel...And every time I hear you speak my name; all my thoughts, well I feel so small.
I can't say...