No diamond sparkles in slumbered hands
Deserving arms adore
Oh, Mr. Wallflowers who loves to dance
Is wary of the floor
Iâm slowing down
Letâs talk about you
Canât spot the wood from the trees, in overtime
Weâll talk about it all tonight
A wayward thought locked this heart in flame
To burn another way
Where winds wield wildly, here water tames
And night becomes the day
Iâm slowing down
Letâs talk about you
Canât spot the wood from the trees, in overtime
Weâll talk about it all tonight
Bell rings and heâs home, thereâs shards on the floor
Standing there all alone, bloodied feet at the door
Head hung, his eyes stained, with thoughts of before
Downcast by the rain, the shame that he wore
Come in and get warm, said friend to his foe
Not a great time of year, not a great time to go
Put yourself by the fire, like ducks in a row
Iâm sure you are tired...
But weâll talk about it all tonight
Weâll talk about it all tonight
Weâll talk about it all tonight
Weâll talk about it all tonight