In The Shade Of Her Love

She is defined by shades of gray that leaves a lasting impression.
What's necessary for my well being is a sudden change of scenery.
Why can't she just let this day begin.
Because things can break when they don't bend with the wind.

I've been exposed too long to see. I check my messages twice a day.
Hoping she'll call to talk to me instead of leaving me with endless hang-ups.
I can't hear a word she's trying to say.
You know voices can get lost when they just blend in.
And she's blending in.

And nothing grows in the shade,
In the shade of her love.
Nothing grows in the shade,
In the shade of her love.
I lay a rose on the grave of her love.
'Cause nothing grows in the shade
In the shade of her love.

She sits refined, reserved, restrained, holding back whatever she's dreamed of.
And I think that I could make her sing if she'd only paint me a picture.
Something to revive her color scheme,
And make a last attempt to save what lies deep within.
But she's giving in.

And nothing grows in the shade,
In the shade of her love.
Nothing grows in the shade,
In the shade of her love.
I lay a rose on the grave of her love.
'Cause nothing grows in the shade
In the shade of her love.

I can't hear a word she's trying to say.
You know voices can get lost when they just blend in.
And she's blending in.

And nothing grows in the shade,
In the shade of her love.
Nothing grows in the shade,
In the shade of her love.
I lay a rose on the grave of her love.
'Cause nothing grows in the shade
In the shade of her love.

©1994 Eric Stuart/p Little Black Book (BMI)