Talk To Me
I gave a sermon on love
I gave a sermon on love
When it was over they burned the room
They murdered my host
Thanked me with a rotten shovel
I think those people play a little too rough
I don't know, maybe I talk too much
I'd feel better if you'd talk to me
He couldn't produce
He couldn't produce
They tossed him over, they used him for bait
When he couldn't produce the papers that proved his little sister was a saint
So sad, such a disgrace
Love, like money burned a hole in his faith
I'd feel better if you'd talk to me
Talk to me, talk to me, talk to me
Talk to me, talk to me, talk to me
Milk cartons for shoes
Milk cartons for shoes
I don't care if you've been naughty or nice
As long as you can find it in your heart to whisper to me once or twice
I don't care if you've been good or bad
Happy or sad or anything like that
I'd feel better if you'd talk to me
Talk to me, talk to me, talk to me
Talk to me, talk to me, talk to me
Now, I have inhaled some venomous fumes
But nothing compares to some of these ruins
Don't be the victim of some misunderstanding
There's enough real hate to go around
Love is like a thing, counts to ten so many times
Disappears without a trace
Never can be found
I'd feel better if you'd talk to me
Talk to me, talk to me, talk to me
Talk to me, talk to me, talk to me
Háblame
Di una homilía sobre el amor
Di una homilía sobre el amor
Cuando terminó, quemaron la habitación
Asesinaron a mi anfitrión
Me agradecieron con una pala podrida
Creo que esas personas juegan un poco duro
No sé, tal vez hablo demasiado
Me sentiría mejor si me hablaras
Él no pudo producir
Él no pudo producir
Lo arrojaron, lo usaron como carnada
Cuando no pudo producir los papeles que demostraban que su hermanita era una santa
Tan triste, qué vergüenza
El amor, como el dinero, quemó un agujero en su fe
Me sentiría mejor si me hablaras
Háblame, háblame, háblame
Háblame, háblame, háblame
Cartones de leche por zapatos
Cartones de leche por zapatos
No me importa si has sido travieso o bueno
Mientras puedas encontrar en tu corazón susurrarme una o dos veces
No me importa si has sido bueno o malo
Feliz o triste o algo así
Me sentiría mejor si me hablaras
Háblame, háblame, háblame
Háblame, háblame, háblame
Ahora, he inhalado algunos humos venenosos
Pero nada se compara con algunas de estas ruinas
No seas la víctima de un malentendido
Hay suficiente odio real para repartir
El amor es como una cosa, cuenta hasta diez tantas veces
Desaparece sin dejar rastro
Nunca se puede encontrar
Me sentiría mejor si me hablaras
Háblame, háblame, háblame
Háblame, háblame, háblame