When I said, I needed you,
You said you would always stay.
It wasn’t me who changed, but you.
And now you’ve gone away.
Don’t you see that now you’ve gone,
And I’m left here on my own,
That I have to follow you,
And beg you to come home?
You don’t have to say you love me.
Just be close at hand.
You don’t have to stay forever,
I will understand.
Believe me, believe me,
I can’t help but love you.
But believe me,
I’ll never tie you down.
Left alone with just a memory,
Life seems dead and so unreal.
All that’s left is loneliness.
There’s nothing left to feel.
You don’t have to say you love me.
Just be close at hand.
You don’t have to stay forever,
I will understand.
Believe me, believe me-he.
You don’t have to say you love me.
Just be close at hand.
You don’t have to stay forever,
I will understand.
Believe me, believe me-ee, believe me.
LOVE HER! No fancey lights needed, or 20 dancers behind her to distract you, or digital processors, or auto tune, or her wearing next to nothing moving around like shes having sex. etc. etc. This what I like about the good old days of analog, pop music with decency and class and REAL talent, REAL musicians and intruments, songs with substance, singers who could really sing. Today pop is joke thats not funny.