I Don't Want To Talk About It. Rod Stewart. 1977.
I can tell by your eyes that youve probably been crying forever, And the stars in the sky dont mean nothing to you, they're a mirror. I dont want to talk about it, how you broke my heart. If I stay here just a little bit longer, If I stay here, wont you listen to my heart, whoa, heart? If I stand all alone, will the shadow hide the color of my heart; Blue for the tears, black for the nights fears. The star in the sky dont mean nothing to you, they're a mirror. I dont want to talk about it, how you broke my heart. If I stay here just a little bit longer, If I stay here, wont you listen to my heart, whoa, heart? I dont want to talk about it, how you broke this old heart. If I stay here just a little bit longer, If I stay here, wont you listen to my heart, whoa, heart? My heart, whoa, heart.