Realist Songtext

Should close around the heart of some rose-bringer

As they grow tight around mine still

Then grant me this one thing

This one small thing



It may not always be like this

I hate to be such a realist

But if someday you should lay your silky hair

On his smiling face in that silence that we share

If you should hear the same bewildered words
That spill out in an incoherent blur

From the exposed and helpless soul

Then grant me this one thing

This one small thing



Let me know

Just let me know

You who own my heart

If we must be apart

Let me know

Just let me know

Send a little word

When you know for sure

Let me know



So I can go to him and take his hands

And cut the anchor free

Look into his eyes and say

?Accept all happiness from me?

Then at last I'll turn my face

To see the dying day

And hear a single bird's faint song

From somewhere far away

So far away