Don't Tell Me

	You don't have to say a thing,
	the silence is sweet;
	we've been together today
	in a way we might never repeat.
	Oh, your head on the pillow,
	the distance in your eyes –
	already you might be
	rehearsing the word "Goodbye".
	When the evening comes of this perfect day,
	when the shadows run will you look away,
	will you slip away?
	Don't tell me anything.
	You don't have to say a word,
	all too well I understand:
	there's a nervous tension
	in the touch of your gentle hand.
	That makes me afraid –
	I've seen you like this before...
	the moment you find somebody new
	you find yourself bored.
	Oh, I don't want to lose you.
	When the evening comes of this perfect day,
	when the shadows run will you look away,
	will you slip away?
	Don't tell me anything.
	Now the evening's come,
	now I'm left alone;
	now the passion's done
	and you're going home...
	oh, when will you telephone?
	You don't tell me anything.
	No, you don't even tell me
	the bell won't ring.

	You don' t have to say a thing,
	the silence is sweet
	we' ve been together today
	in a way we might never repeat.
	Oh, your head on the pillow,
	the distance in your eyes
	already you might be
	rehearsing the word " Goodbye".
	When the evening comes of this perfect day,
	when the shadows run will you look away,
	will you slip away?
	Don' t tell me anything.
	You don' t have to say a word,
	all too well I understand:
	there' s a nervous tension
	in the touch of your gentle hand.
	That makes me afraid
	I' ve seen you like this before...
	the moment you find somebody new
	you find yourself bored.
	Oh, I don' t want to lose you.
	When the evening comes of this perfect day,
	when the shadows run will you look away,
	will you slip away?
	Don' t tell me anything.
	Now the evening' s come,
	now I' m left alone
	now the passion' s done
	and you' re going home...
	oh, when will you telephone?
	You don' t tell me anything.
	No, you don' t even tell me
	the bell won' t ring.