Talk to me

We can talk about the paint on the ceiling  
Or the birds in the trees  
We don't have to bring up feelings  
Or the way it used to be
 
Please Love  
Please  
All I ask is that you talk to me
 
I miss the sound of your voice  
I miss the way laugh
I miss the way you say your words  
 
Just the sound of your voice gets rid of the pain  
Life without the sound of your laugh is dark  
Not hearing your voice it tearing me apart  
 
We can talk about the weather
I don't have to bring up the fact that my love will last forever  
We don't have to mention the future  
We don't have to bring up the past  
 
Please Love
Please  
 
Just talk to me about the paint on the ceiling  
Or the birds in the trees  
We don't have to bring up feelings  
Or the way it used to be
 
The topic is your choice  
All I ask Love
is for you to let me hear your voice
 
Talk to me