Tuesday, July 15, 2008

no long faces, no long looks, no deep conversations.


marti webb sings one of the saddest songs, andrew lloyd webber's tell me on a sunday. it still gets me a lump in my throat.

Don't leave in silence with no word at all
Don't write a letter when you want to leave
Don't call me at 3 a.m. from a friend's apartment
I'd like to choose how I hear the news
Take me to a park that's covered with trees
Tell me on a Sunday please

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