I left a note each day under your pillow |
| That I wrote in invisible ink |
| All you have to do is breathe on them |
| And you might read them written there in pink |
| You might find out what's inside me |
| Maybe it's something that might amuse |
| As you watch my words appearing |
| The fear will go |
| And everything will flow |
I'm hoping you don't throw my little notes away |
| I wouldn't blame you |
| After all, there's nothing they appear to say |
| It's not a game, it's simply fear |
| Stops them being clear |
'Cause I'm hoping you don't throw my little notes away |
| I wouldn't blame you |
| After all, there's nothing they appear to say |
| It's not a game, it's simply fear |
| Stops them being clear |
It's not a game, it's simply fear |
| That stops them being clear |
| I'm being optimistic here |
| I'm being optimistic here |
| Love or fear |
| Which do you have for me |
| Love and fear |
| Which do you have for me |
'Cause I'm hoping you don't throw my little notes away |
| I wouldn't blame you |
| After all, there's nothing they appear to say |
| It's not a game, it's simply fear |
| Always stops them being clear |
'Cause I'm hoping |
| Yes I'm hoping, I'm hoping |
It's not a game |
| It's not a game |
| Looks like a game |
| But it's not a game.. |