I set the scene to tell the tale - Who could have known his face would pale?
Life is never what you want unless you plan it from the start;
Now, wouldn't that be smart?
Don't make a sound, as I cry out;
Is that what love is all about?
Don't make a sound, as I call out;
I know that's not what's love about...
Don't make a sound, don't make a sound, don't make a sound.
So this is how it always goes, and what is real, we'll never know...
Trust me, now I know firsthand - My fiction leads my real life, and
This isn't what I planned...
Don't make a sound, as I cry out;
Is that what love is all about?
Don't make a sound, as I call out;
I know that's not what's love about...
Don't make a sound, don't make a sound, don't make a sound.
My melody's my malady, my hand inscribes my grave;
I told you once, I'll tell you twice: there's nothing left to say...
I don't know what I've been told - my memory escaped;
So don't try to refresh my mind, I've reasoned it that way...
Just shh...
Don't make a sound, as I cry out;
Is that what love is all about?
Don't make a sound, as I call out;
I know that's not what's love about...
Don't make a sound, don't make a sound,
Don't make a sound, don't make a sound,
Don't make a sound, don't make a sound,
Don't make a sound, don't make a sound, don't make a sound.
