Blank pages, hours without end
The hand that wants to write, cannot hold the pen
Blank pages, but I can read between the lines
It's the heart that tells the story every time
Your words come on the telephone
When the mind that knows itself hates to be alone
But hard questions, when tomorrow's always blind
But the heart will find the answers every time
Clear pictures of sweet destiny
The darkness may surround you
But still the heart can see
I never thought that love would come to stay
It came knocking at my door and it would not go away
And now the papers scatter on the floor
Like a thousand unsaid words I've heard before
It's the heart that tells the story every time

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