SO YOUR NEWS CAN REACH ME

Now if you could speak, then you might tell
the truth to me, I'll tell you mine as well.
And I stupidly keep it to myself.
And if I should scream, hold on tight and yell.

Hurl abuse at me and whisper sweet and heartfelt,
and I'll run like hell so your news can reach me.

Now if looks could be, just enough to tell,
you shouldn't keep it, keep it to yourself.
But I stupidly keep it to myself.
And now you should scream, hold on tight and yell.

Now you want a surprise, use both of your hands,
and uncover your eyes and see.
Are you awake past midnight, until you are blank,
or until daylight, until daylight.

Then I'll run like hell,
so you news can reach me.