Mar
05

Gemma

Gemma

Write down the words , that come to your head

Not our pillow-talk, that was just bed

Can you remember? All that you said

Gemma my sweet Gemma.

Write down your thoughts,  before they slip away

You won’t remember, come the new day

Then you’ll curse,  for what you didn’t say

Gemma my sweet Gemma.

Gemma,

We used to play with words

But the most important ones

Were those you never heard

Gemma,

There are things you’ll see

If you saw inside my heart

You’d say it wasn’t me

The things we do, to get to where we are

The dreams we hitch,  to a passing star

The ways we try  to cover love’s scars

Gemma my sweet Gemma.

Gemma

You’ll never really know

If all the things I say to you

Are only just for show

Gemma

I’m drowning in your eyes

I know you’ll never let me down

You keep the light alive

Gemma,

We used to play with words

But the most important ones

Were those you never heard never heard never heard

 © Jeffrey James Culling & Giuseppe Valdo Conte

All Instruments and Vocals Joe Conte

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