If you ever wonder why you lost me
All you have to do is remember
The countless words I spilled for you
Swept aside like autumn leaves
Blown away like apple blossoms
Discarded
No one wants to know how much it matters to talk, how vital it is to express oneself.
But no one tells the birds to be quiet, or the crickets to be silent.
Tender is his heart,
Tender is his love,
The one who reaches me,
Plucked me from skies above;
Tender is his touch,
Tender is his kiss,
And tender is my heart for him;