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Produced by Bill Thompson &
Kathy Forste
4 -Track recording - Bill Thompson, Kathy Forste, Jerry Forste
Kathy Forste - Vocals/Guitars/Bass/Mandolin/Percussion
Bill Thompson - Percussion/Harmonica
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Verse I
Call me pathetic
Call me hopeless
Call me obsessed when you don't call at all
Behind this silence
Behind this frown
Behind every smile is a shattered clown
If you could see in me
what I feel for you
You would know my words are only part of the clue
It's none of my business
what's in your heart I swim the melancholy and drown when we're apart.
Chorus
But it's too late for regrets
It's too soon for me to forget
It's the words never spoken
It's too late for regrets
Verse II
Call me desperate
Call me a coward
But the words can't find my voice when I call you at home
I am your friend
I wanna be your lover
Whatever happens I want us to be together
You look past me as if I'm not there
Well whether you love me it's neither here nor there
If I could die in your arms then soon heaven would appear.
I could spend eternity pretending that you're near.
Chorus
Verse III
I could carry your picture to prove my love for you
But pictures get torn and tear-stained with faded hues.
Maybe this silence is this safest place to hide
I can love you from afar and not be denied.
Copyright © 1999 Kathy Forste and Bill Thompson
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