Sometimes, when you have such strong feelings for someone, you can’t seem to find the right words to say; it’s like you’re suddenly drunk and things have gone to your head.
Speechless, I wish there was something to say
I drunk too much of you
And now you’re going into my head
I’m laughing like a fool
You leave me speechless
We rehearse the words, how to say them and when. Yet, just when we think we’re ready, the words don’t come out, as if they got stuck somewhere, and they’re left unsaid.
When words I’m rehearsing all day
Are caught up in the traffic
Getting lost on their way
There always left unsaid
You leave me speechless
We try to do it through a phone call, but when the call goes through, we’re told that they’re unavailable to take it. In the end, we find ourselves alone and lonely.
Restless, I count every step to the phone
And when I get the nerve to dial then you never home
So here I am alone
I am feeling restless
All we want to say is we find them nice, attractive, different, extraordinary, but we get all caught up thinking about their possible replies. If we opt to stay silent, would we find the answer in their eyes?
I want you to say
you’re unbelievable
But then I get caught
upon my own reply
If I ask you to stay around
to hear what l might say
Would I see the answer in your eyes?
In the end, it’s not really what we say or don’t say. Sometimes, it’s up to others to sense how we truly feel, but if they can’t or won’t, there’s not much we can do, unless we overcome the speechless part of us.
Speechless, I know that it all down to you
You see I’m not responsible
I met my full mean,
there’s nothing I can do
You leave me speechless
English rock band City Boy performed and recorded “Speechless” in 1980 and is the sixth track in their “Heads Are Rolling” album. The song was said to have been released exclusively in the Philippines where it became quite popular.
There’s a part of the song that the present generation may not be able to relate to. The line, “I count every step to the phone, and when I get the nerve to dial, then you’re never home,” may seem alien to many with the emergence of smartphones. In those days, phones were mostly landlines, either hanging on the wall or placed atop a small table.
To make a call, you lift the receiver, listen to a dial tone, and push/turn the desired number (this depends whether you have a push-button or a rotary model). If your call goes through, you may or may not get to talk to the one you’re calling as he/she may not be home, or you could be speaking to their strict parents.
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