The middle of the evening
The bottom of a drawer
There’s a note that I wrote to you
Not all that long ago
A pretty string of letters
Flowing 'cross the page
Looking nothing like
What I had tried to say
All I have are words
But they fail me every time
All around me there are poets
Spinning love into a line
I want to pull you closer
Without touching you
But these words never do
Words never do
Now you're calling me to bed, and
You’re looking in my eyes
I've got so much to say to you
But I'm coming up dry
Just tired, lazy phrases
You've heard a thousand times
Sounding nothing like
What I feel inside
All I have are words
They fail me every time
All around me there are poets
Spinning love into a line
I want to pull you closer
Without touching you
But these words never do
Words never do
It might take all of this lifetime
To explain my love to you
But I'm gonna keep on trying
Until you feel it too
Because… all I have are words
They fail me every time
All around me there are poets
Spinning love into a line
I want to pull you closer
Without touching you
But these words never do
Words never do
©2009 Chris Richards / White Mare Music (BMI)