Tell Me

We've been down this road before
No tin on the doors old shoes on the floor, ah
The car that we sat inside till we nearly cried
To Scotch Street and New York
Sat in the passenger seat while you looked at me

Oh, please tell me now

Tell me in the front seat, shoes off and windows down
Wish that you'd tell me the things I can't say out loud

(Tell me, tell me)
Wish that you'd tell me that
(Tell me)
Tell me that
(Tell me)
Tell me that
(Tell me)
Wish that you'd

Black shirts and blue denim jeans
They never leave me, they keep the memory
Of you fresh on my mind like the
It's been in there for months
Haven't changed it once
Still you leave it up

So, please tell me now
While I'm sitting in your black car
The only sound
Is the aux on in the background

Tell me in the front seat, shoes off and windows down
Wish that you'd tell me the things I can't say out loud
Tell me that you want me, go on and do it now
Wish that you'd tell me the things I can't say out loud

(Tell me, tell me, tell me)



Credits
Writer(s): Paolo Tondo, Andrew David Allen, Luis Alfredo Salazar, Hong Tat Tong, Jovany Javier Barreto, Jesse David Weeks, Robin Ghosh
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