Don't speak. I understand when you're out of reach. I comprehend, even without speech all the things that you don't say. You say you've never been indiscreet but your heart's on display. You're a torch, a torch song. talk about love but what would you know? write the same refrain to a different song. Tell me with the faintest lilt of your head. I want to paint your body sad with the color of envy. Indecision in your crooked smile and the signals you send. You're a torch. a torch song. talk about love but what would you know? write the same refrain to a different song. I'll write you all the pretty songs. psychedelic furs or marti jones. I'll write you all the pretty songs. sing them loud like Frank Sinatra