I've been thinking a lot since the end of the family affair
And the things that went wrong in the matter of speaking
Should I be the more forthcoming about the things I needed to say
I just seem to be talking to someone else
Now you've got me feeling so sorry for something I didn't do
You've got me grooving round,
I'm glittering when I shoot
I've been busy making love to you
So it's off,
move it over,
you've covered your ears real tight
Is it up to me to be telling the black from the white?
Come on, talk,
talk, talk, talk to me, yeah, to me, yeah
So
what matters most in the end is beyond our big
blue reels How to unfold our finesse and reels
It takes a different kind of space,
I'm unable to handle the weight Of all of your doubts,
what a new world
Now you've got me feeling so stupid when I couldn't understand
You've got me reading round in circles and comprehensible demands
I'm talking to you,
being sweet,
being sweet
I'm talking to you,
being sweet, being sweet
Come on,
talk,
talk,
talk,
talk to me,
yeah,
to me,
yeah
Talk, talk, talk, talk to me, yeah, to me, yeah
Talk, talk, talk, talk to me, yeah, to me, yeah
Talk,
talk, talk, talk to me, yeah, to me, yeah