It’s six o’clock by the church bell tower In the square, the flowers put on a show A girl is about to walk out of city hall Like every evening, I’m waiting there She smiles at me I should really say something No matter what it takes I’ll tell her the blue words The words you say with your eyes Talking feels almost ridiculous I run at it, then back away One useless sentence Could break the fragile spell Of meeting someone Of meeting someone I’ll tell her the blue words The ones that make people feel alright I’ll call her without naming her Maybe I’m out of step Winter wind in April I like that still, silent hush Of meeting someone Of meeting someone There’s no clock now, no church bell In the square, the trees are lying down I come back on the late-night train On the platform I see her She smiles at me She’s bound to understand No matter what it takes I’ll tell her the blue words All those words that make our days feel right A love story with no talking Doesn’t need any protocol And all the long, pointless speeches Would dull the whole thing down Our coming back together Our coming back together I’ll tell her all the blue words The words you say with your eyes (Oh) I’ll tell her all the excuses we make Like kisses you steal in passing There’s still a subtle edge of hurt That would spoil the fragile moment Of our coming back together (oh, the words) Of our coming back together
