Besedila: Soundtrack Artists. Private Conversation.

An obvious connection
I tried so hard to hide
Couldn't even say it to myself
An obvious connection
I tried to push aside
Into a corner on the darkest shelf
We'll never be alone
And my feelings can't be shown
So I try to imagine and replay
All the things I'll never get to say
You're wrapped up with another
Tangled and entwined
I invent a separation
In the private conversation in my mind
I resolve to say it all
Then I hem and haw and stall
For how could I come clean or confide
Someone else is always at your side
I want
I want
I want to tell you
I want
I want
To get you alone
I need
I need
I need to tell you
I want you for my own
If we could steal a moment
Would you be so inclined
To accept an invitation
To the private conversation in my mind

Terry imagines Daisy walking towards him, without Violet...

Daisy:
What do you want to say to me, Terry?
Tell me, this is your chance
What do you need to say to me, Terry?
Does is concern romance?
Here I am
All alone
Yours to take
Smooth me out
Calm me down
Stop the ache
Don't hold back
Don't hold off
Hold me tight
Don't object
Let's connect
Let's unite

Terry:
But you can't lose your shadow
That tie you can't unbind

Daisy:
You've made us all alone now

Terry:
All alone, but only in my mind

Daisy:
A mind is very private
We often meet in mind

Let me show you what we do there
The way we kiss
The way we intertwine
I want
I want
I want to show you

Terry:
Show me what?

Daisy:
I want to show you desite
The heat
The flames

Terry:
I'm burning for you

Daisy:
I know you are on fire
Why not be bold?
I'm crazy about you
I say it with every glance
My arms are cold and lazy without you
Come on, why don't we dance?

They dance...

Terry:
I want
I want
I want to keep you

Daisy:
Keep me where?

Terry:
I want you all for my own
My own
My own

Daisy:
You have to share me

Terry:
Oh no, I want you alone

Daisy goes back with Violet...

Terry:
I imagine us so well
How you'd dance and taste and smell
I can imagine me with you
But I don't have the guts to follow through
You're one half of a couple
That's how you are defined
And my only consolation
Is the private conversation in my mind

Terry leaves, and Buddy enters to perform a song on the radio...

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