Oi... I heard the lad whisper somethin’ strange... “Sag mir irgendwas...” German, was it? Well, I knew what he meant. [Verse 1] There’s a bloke by the wall with his back to the brick, tryin’ to look cool, but he’s lookin’ love-sick. He’s holdin’ his glass like a royal decree, but the poor little geezer can barely breathe. [Verse 2] The dance floor is shinin’, the band’s playin’ bright, and the girls spin around in the Saturday light. But he’s watchin’ one face like a star in the fog, and his heart’s beatin’ louder than a pub landlord’s dog. [Pre-Chorus] He don’t want diamonds, he don’t want rings, he don’t want poems with angel wings. He don’t want forever, not written in gold. He just wants one word before the night gets cold. [Chorus] Tell him somethin’, luv, tell him somethin’, don’t leave the poor boy hangin’ in the air. Tell him somethin’, just a little somethin’, one tiny maybe would be more than fair. He heard “Sag mir irgendwas” and I knew what it meant: a heart askin’ softly where the silence went. [Verse 3] Now he stares at the wallpaper, proper deep, proper grand, like the meaning of life was printed there by hand. But I know that performance, I’ve played it meself: actin’ like dust on a lonely shelf. [Verse 4] She laughs by the jukebox, not cruel, not cold, just young and uncertain, not yet bought or sold. And he stands there frozen, half hope, half fear, as if one little glance could change the whole year. [Pre-Chorus] The drums keep tappin’, the guitars ring clean, but inside that boy there’s a cinema scene. Kings lose kingdoms, ships leave shore, all because one girl walked past the door. [Chorus] Tell him somethin’, luv, tell him somethin’, don’t leave the poor boy hangin’ in the air. Tell him somethin’, just a little somethin’, one tiny maybe would be more than fair. He heard “Sag mir irgendwas” and I knew what it meant: a heart askin’ softly where the silence went. [Bridge] Oh, don’t laugh too hard at the lad by the wall. We’ve all been there, we’ve all stood small. With a pint in our hand and a storm in our chest, tryin’ to look casual, tryin’ our best. And love, when it starts, ain’t noble or wise. It trips on its shoes and looks down from your eyes. [Verse 5] So I raise my old voice to the boy in the light: Don’t make it a tragedy, not yet, not tonight. But if she looks over, and the whole room swings, then bless the confusion that young longing brings. [Final Chorus] Tell him somethin’, luv, tell him somethin’, don’t leave the poor boy hangin’ in the air. Tell him somethin’, just a little somethin’, one tiny maybe would be more than fair. He heard “Sag mir irgendwas” and I knew what it meant: a heart askin’ softly where the silence went. Tell him somethin’, before the lights go low. Sometimes one small answer is all a heart needs to know. [Outro] [Choir rises softly] [Grand piano and strings fade] There’s a bloke by the wall, and he still looks brave. But love’s got him dancin’ without leavin’ his place. Sag mir irgendwas... Yeah, mate. I know exactly what you mean.
