Don't Make a Sound

I set the scene to tell the tale - Who could have known his face would pale?
Life is never what you want unless you plan it from the start;
Now, wouldn't that be smart?

Don't make a sound, as I cry out;
Is that what love is all about?
Don't make a sound, as I call out;
I know that's not what's love about...
Don't make a sound, don't make a sound, don't make a sound.

So this is how it always goes, and what is real, we'll never know...
Trust me, now I know firsthand - My fiction leads my real life, and
This isn't what I planned...

Don't make a sound, as I cry out;
Is that what love is all about?
Don't make a sound, as I call out;
I know that's not what's love about...
Don't make a sound, don't make a sound, don't make a sound.

My melody's my malady, my hand inscribes my grave;
I told you once, I'll tell you twice: there's nothing left to say...
I don't know what I've been told, my memory escaped,
But don't try to refresh my mind, I've reasoned it that way...
Just shh...

Don't make a sound, as I cry out;
Is that what love is all about?
Don't make a sound, as I call out;
I know that's not what's love about...
Don't make a sound, don't make a sound, don't make a sound.