Don't say a thing
'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
I know you're leaving now
'cause I held on to my way tightly
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
Writer(s): Isaac Slade, Joseph King
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