Robert Leslie - Tell Her Lyrics

There's quiet in the streetlights
Quiet here in bed
Hot water in the heater
Money in the red

There's windows for the winter
And fences for the flowers
And Monday through to Monday
For stacking up the hours

Tell her why, tell her why
The streets are all so still tonight
Soft plastic in the winter white
Tell her why

There's shirts hung up for springtime
The coffee and the cream
A riverboat all draped in names
For visiting in dreams

I see her at the crossing
Expect her every day
So me I won't be staying
But I won't be going away

Tell her where, tell her where
We keep away the hidden cares
That ancient and unchanging air
Tell her where

I'm calling for the curtain
To make it all discreet
Some day I'll wear a lot of faces
Keep bells tied to my feet

But there's breaking in the bay these days
And waiting in the dark
And there's no real sight in searchlights
Or safety in these bars

So tell her who, tell her who
Still looks on in when passing through
Some silly little baby blue
Tell her who