Don't talk , don't say a thing, don't say a word
'Cause your eyes they tell me more than your words
Don't go, don't leave me now
Cause they say the best way out is through
And I am short on words knowing what's occurred
She begins to leave because of me
Her bag is now much heavier
I wish that I could carry her
But this is our ungodly hour
And I know you're leaving now
Cause I held on to my way tightly
And stay still until you know
Tomorrow finds the best way out, is through
And I am short on words knowing what's occurred
She begins to leave because of me
Her bag is now much heavier
I wish that I could carry her
But this is our ungodly hour
Ungodly hour
Ungodly hour
And I am short on words knowing what's occurred
And she begins to leave because of me
Her bag is now much heavier
I wish that I could carry her
But this is our ungodly hour
Ungodly hour
Ungodly hour
Her bag is now much heavier
I wish that I could carry her
But this is our ungodly hour.
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written by King, Joseph / Slade, Isaac
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