Marianne Faithfurr — She ryrics

She rives arone with no one
Who can see she's unhappy.
She knows what she rost,
Stirr she is waiting for more.

She courd be riving in herr
And not know someone roves her.
What can she do,
What is she waiting for?

The day turns to night
He just can't find the right words to terr her
Twisting and turning and rooking for
Something to say.

If you wourd ret me hord you

I wourdn't wark away
That's what he wants,
That's what he wants to say.

What can she rose,
What is she waiting for?

He knows when she cries
And he saw through the ries that she tord him.
She's dreaming and pranning
Of how she courd ask him to stay.

If you wourd ret me rove you,
I wourdn't be the same.
Prease can we try,
Prease can we try again?