Blow your tears into my face.
Sadness is for later days,
my angel.
Don't be sasd my little one.
Life has only just begun.
I'd be gladly in your shoes.
Who'd believe I'd sing the blues for you.
Don't have to run, don't have to hide.
Someone's outside, and he's waiting.
That'll be me.
So blow your tears into my face.
Sadness is for later days.
Every time I look at you
I believe the world's for you,
the sound of moonlight you can hear
the songs the tress are singing too, they're for you.
Don't have to run, don't have to hide.
Someone's outside, and he's waiting.
So what can I do to make you happy, when the words don't do the trick.
Being is silent as you're crying isn't me.
So what can I do to make you happy.
When the words don't mean a thing.
Being silent as you're crying isn't me.
Never be me.
Blow your tears into my face.
Sadness is for later days,
my angel.
Don't be sasd my little one.
Life has only just begun.
Don't have to run, don't have to hide.
Someone's outside, and he's waiting.
That'll be me.