Don't You Forget

"Don't You"
By Simple Minds





Hey, hey, hey ,hey
Ohhh...

Won’t you come see about me?
I’ll be alone, dancing you know it baby

Tell me your troubles and doubts
Giving me everything inside and out and
Love’s strange so real in the dark
Think of the tender things that we were working on

Slow change may pull us apart
When the light gets into your heart, baby

Don’t you forget about me
Don’t don’t don’t don’t
Don’t you forget about me

Will you stand above me?
Look my way, never love me
Rain keeps falling, rain keeps falling
Down, down, down

Will you recognise me?
Call my name or walk on by
Rain keeps falling, rain keeps falling
Down, down, down, down

Hey, hey, hey, hey
Ohhhh.....

Don’t you try and pretend
It’s my feeling we’ll win in the end
I won’t harm you or touch your defenses
Vanity and security

Don’t you forget about me
I’ll be alone, dancing you know it baby
Going to take you apart
I’ll put us back together at heart, baby

Don’t you forget about me
Don’t don’t don’t don’t
Don’t you forget about me

As you walk on by
Will you call my name?
As you walk on by
Will you call my name?
When you walk away

Or will you walk away?
Will you walk on by?
Come on - call my name
Will you all my name?

I say
La la la...

Outside the Window

He comes every night to the window and whispers his secrets. But the words rarely make it past the boundaries of my ears and I strain to hear, but cannot.

I long for him to speak my words for me, so that I can hear my name. To read the lines between the lines that I cannot see. Or sing the songs I've written for him in my heart, long before we built this house that he cannot seem to let himself enter.

And still he comes every night to the window and whispers his secrets. So I ask him if he cries for me, but he does not answer. I ask him if he calls to me, yet the reply is muffled and I feel him strain for an answer, or perhaps to prevent it. How they frighten me - those things unspoken.

What value do I place on truth, if I'd rather remain fixed on hopeful imaginings? Could one wish another's wishes into existence? Would it satisfy? Can a reflection soothe the spirit? Love is made full by the loving.

Yet he stands, just outside that window, and ever so faintly whispers the secrets I cannot hear.

© Rachelle

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