Gemma
© Jeffrey James Culling & Giuseppe Valdo Conte
All Instruments and Vocals Joe Conte
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
