CANADIAN ARTIST DAVID WILCOX
Dear darling
I love you always
Some things never change
Our love is one of them
That's what you say
In your letter
Of only yesterday
But there's another story
Where though I can see it
Only hearts can feel the words
Between the lines
The little signs that hide between the lines
The little signs that hide between the lines
Opportunity
A sudden phone call
Such a little white lie
Ooh where when or why
My friends won't say a thing
Think I must be blind
Truth is so unkind
A glance
A whisper
A chance to meet
Across a crowded room
A guilty secret
That lies between the lines
The little signs that hide between the lines
The little signs that hide between the lines
There's a place I believe in
Partly truth
Partly fiction
I can say with conviction
I'll get there
I'll get there
Dear darling
I love you always
Some things never change
Our love is one of them
That's what you say
In your letter
Of only yesterday
But there's another story
Where though I can see it
Only hearts can feel the words
Between the lines
The little signs that hide between the lines
The little signs that hide between the lines