She was working every day down the street
selling flowers,
pretending she was blind.
So I said,
won't you please believe me instead of
running around and stop laughing all the
time.
She was five foot four and lovely
as she walked into my room and said,
so is this where you
stay?
And I tried to tell her about these lonely walls.
There was nothing I could say.
You don't believe in me.
I'm yours,
you're mine.
And though you refuse to see,
I'll be behind you.
Day to day and anyway,
another rain had to come and it got to me as well.
Well,
when you're losing what you came for in the first place,
it gets rough.
Believe me, I can tell.
I can tell.
So I slipped into my lonely room saying to myself,
it doesn't matter if I fall.
But then I heard some noises at my door and far away,
there was somebody who's calling.
Somebody who's shouting.
Do you believe in me?
I'm yours,
you're mine.
And though you
refuse to see,
I'll be
behind you.
Do you believe in me?
I'm yours,
you're mine.
And though you refuse to see,
I'll be
behind you.
I'll be hearing you someday say,
do you want my love?
Well, do you want my love?
She was working every day down the street selling flowers,
pretending she was blind, blind.
Somebody's just shouting.
Do you believe in me?
I'm yours,
you're mine.
And though you refuse to see,
I'll be behind you.
Do you believe in me?
I'm yours,
you're mine.
And though you refuse to see, I'll be behind