CANADIAN ARTIST DAVID WILCOX



Dear darling

I love you always

Some things never change

Our love is one of them

That's what you say

In your letter

Of only yesterday



But there's another story

Hidden on the pages

Where though I can see it

Only hearts can feel the words

Between the lines

The little signs that hide between the lines

The little signs that hide between the lines



Opportunity

A sudden phone call

Such a little white lie

Ooh where when or why

My friends won't say a thing

Think I must be blind

Truth is so unkind



A glance

A whisper

A chance to meet

Across a crowded room

A guilty secret

That lies between the lines

The little signs that hide between the lines

The little signs that hide between the lines



There's a place I believe in

Partly truth

Partly fiction

I can say with conviction

I'll get there

I'll get there



Dear darling

I love you always

Some things never change

Our love is one of them

That's what you say

In your letter

Of only yesterday

But there's another story

Hidden on the pages

Where though I can see it

Only hearts can feel the words

Between the lines

The little signs that hide between the lines

The little signs that hide between the lines