Daphne Lee Martin

All your whispers in the dark Are promises you'll never keep I saw you walking in the park in your sleepless reverie But you know she'll never love you like me And those easy lies you're seeking she speaks All your whispers in the dark Tell me things

The bodies pile in and the kettle's on the boil Friendliest room in town starts with a smile from a boy There's an easy warmth on the evening breeze Regretless bounding joy of a moment I could seize And the box is playing Williams, not the second or