Too many hearts are broken by it
You need not know why
Too many lovers are spoken by it
They know how to cry

Why in a parting moment
I relive every day with you
And why in my wildest dreams
Are many tears painting thoughts of blue

Too many hearts are broken by it
They dont understand
Ah, if I had two speaking poets
One in the either hand, they said

Too many hearts are broken by it
Spoken by, broken by
Too many lovers are spoken by it
Spoken by, broken by

I need a hundred of you
To make up my mind, yeah
I need a hundred of you
To let me know
To let me know

Too many hearts are broken by it
You need not know why
Too many lovers are spoken by it
They know how to cry
Spoken by, broken by

Too many lovers are spoken by it
Spoken by, broken by
I need a hundred of you
To make up my mind, yeah
I need a hundred of you
To let me know
To let me know

I need a hundred of you
I need a hundred of you
I need a hundred of you
I need a hundred of you

I need a hundred of you
I need a hundred of you
I need a hundred of you