I know the name on the tip of your tongue. And I know that accusing look. Everybody knows I've been so wrong. That's the problem and here's the hook. Tears before bedtime. There'll be trouble tonight. I don't want to talk about it anymore. I don't want to have another fight. I don't want to talk I don't want to fight. How wrong can I be before I am right. For the tears that you boo hoo hoo hoo. There can be no defence. You say you'll forgive and forget. But it's only a pretence. Either you can leave the past behind. Or give me something to disconnect my mind. I sleep with my fists clenched tight. When I don't lie awake all night. I guess time gave up the ghost too late. And the balance of our love. Very soon turns to hate. Darling your suspiciousness. Tortures me at night. But I can't excuse the cruel words. That I use whenever we fight. (chorus).