Rod Stewart - I Dont Want To Talk About It (by Beatrice Florea)

I can tell by your eyes that you’ve probably been cryin’ forever, And the stars in the sky don’t mean nothin’ to you, they’re a mirror. I don’t wanna talk about it, how you broke my heart. But if I stay here just a little bit longer, If I stay here, won’t you listen to my heart, whoa, my heart? If I stand all alone, will the shadow hide the colours of my heart; Blue for the tears, black for the night’s fears. The stars in the sky don’t mean nothin’ to you, they’re a mirror. I don’t wanna talk about it, how you broke my heart. But if I stay here just a little bit longer, If I stay here, won’t you listen to my heart, whoa, my heart? My heart, whoa, my heart, this old heart? I don’t wanna talk about it, how you broke my heart. But if I stay here just a little bit longer, If I stay here, won’t you listen to my heart, whoa, my heart? My heart, whoa, my heart.