Deborah Conway   What's the point you're trying to make here   I'm so tired I'm losing heart   Talking round and round, your mouth is forming sounds   Nonsensical now that we're apart   Here we go, the words spill over   We say the same thing it's a start   Little fingers locked, little prayers fly up   Wishful thinking now that we're apart   Look outside the sky won't fall   We're little things trying to muddle through   It all could be so smooth, we could be so good   But darling you're so cruel   It's getting dark and you can't stay here   My sweet thou doth protest too much   Kiss me on the cheek, tell me that we'll speak   So very soon now that we're apart   I'm so mad my hand is aching   To plunge a knife into your heart   I want to see you bleed   I need to see you need   Me   Now that we're apart