The lump inside my throat
When I saw the letter you wrote
I got to go on, though I don’t know why
How do dreams know when to die?
If there’s a God above, if baby’s come from love
If April’s a promise that May is bound to keep
Why don’t you love me?
Why don’t you love me?

On my epitaph
For a little laugh
It’ll say daddy’s little girl
As precious as a pearl
Here lays to rest her lover’s quarrel with the world
If there’s a God above, if baby’s come from love
If April’s a promise that May is bound to keep
Why don’t you love me?
Why don’t you love me?

Why don’t you love me?

Like a heavenly star
The darker the night
The brighter they are
The promises we make
The more that you take
The more the heartache
Asleep or awake
The promises we break

Like a heavenly star
The darker the night
The brighter they are
The promises we make
The more that you take
The more the heartache

Words, music, recording, and production by Richard Faylor
© Deep Happy Music
richardfaylor@yahoo.com
208-713-4002