Humour Me

Two lovers mourning for the death of what used to be
You turned your back on me
And you chose him
Why can't you see me?
Two lovers fearing for the end, what they both can see
Before what came to be
Was I too rough?
Why won't you hold me?

Humour me
Let me turn you out
Come to me
Let my love take you higher
In your eyes, in your heart
There are secrets
Too dark to hold, too wide to broach
Just take my hand
And don't let go

My hands have no joy to give
My voice has no hope to sing
I am lost
Because you can't find me
Your words have a broken ring
Your heart has no love to bring
Because it's his
I know the truth now, now

Humour me
Let me turn you out
Come to me
Let my love take you higher
In your eyes, in your heart
There are secrets
Too dark to hold, too wide to broach
Just take my hand
And don't let go

Don't let go
Don't let go
Don't let go
Don't let go