Talk to Me

Pieces fall between my fingers You stepped into the room Could almost touch your mood You moved in saccades Talk to me Tell me you're not a dream Feeling every word you're saying We're laying on the floor Looking at the wall Counting the cracks Talk to me Tell me all of your dreams I've got to tell you one thing I'm tryna make you love me I think you've got that something Won't you tell me that you love me I've got to tell you one thing I'm tryna make you love me I think you've got that something Won't you tell me that you love me Hearing all of your suggestions Don't know what I should do You said I'd be a fool To live in regret Talk to me Tell me what is my dream I've got to tell you one thing I'm tryna make you love me I think you've got that something Won't you tell me that you love me I've got to tell you one thing I'm tryna make you love me I think you've got that something Won't you tell me that you love me Won't you tell me that you love me