When do I (Em7)cry?

This break ing (F#m)heart

just hurts me (G)more

when we’re a (F#m)part;

and there are (Em7)two of us,

with our se cret love.

(D)Sleep, pret ty ba by, while you (G)wait so long,

liv in’ with a (A)love that’s not just (D)make be lieve.

(Bm7)Lone ly (F#m)nights,

I (G)see your (A)can dle glow,

and in my (Bm)mind,

I trace;

to (Em7)geth er, we can take a way the (A)time and the space.

Ba by, when you got a se cret (A)love, ev ’ry lit tle (B)touch is not e (G#m)nough.

Ev ’ry lit tle (C#m7)mo ment we’re a (F#m)part is pain to (B)me.

May be we can find some hide a (Bb)way.

Ev ’ry bod y (C)knows, but who can (Am)say?

Se cret ly, you (Dm7)know I’d fol low (Gm)an y where to (C)make it hap pen.

(E)An y way you want me, I’ll be (A)stand ing by.

I don’t wan na (B)lose the one I (E)hun ger for.

Na ked (G#m)eyes

(A)watch us (B)ev ’ry where.

No where to (C#m)run;

I cry.

(F#m7)Ev ’ry thing to lose and (B)no al i bi.

Ba by, when you got a se cret (Bb)love, there’s noth ing you can (C)do but rise a (Am)bove.

Se cret ly, you (Dm7)know I’d fol low (Gm)an y where to (C)make it hap pen.

There’s no good (Em7)bye;

this break ing (F#m7)heart

just hurts me (G)more

when we’re a part; (Ah.)

and there are (Em)two of us,

with our To (Em7)geth se we cret love.

a way the (A)time and the space.

Ba by, when you got a se cret (A)love, there’s noth ing you can (B)do but rise a (G#m)bove.

Ev ’ry lit tle (C#m7)mo ment we’re a (F#m)part is plain to (B)me.

May be we can find some hide a (Bb)way.

Ev ’ry bod y (C)knows, but who can (Am)say?

Se cret ly, you (Dm7)know I’d fol low...

(Gm7)fol low, fol low, (C)fol low, se cret (F)love.) Ba by, when you got a se cret (Bb)love, ev ’ry lit tle (C)touch is not e (Am)nough.

Ev ’ry lit tle (Dm7)mo ment we’re a (Gm)part is pain to (C)me.

May be we can find some hide a (Bb)way.

Ev ’ry bod y (C)knows, but who can (Am)say?

Se cret ly, you (Dm7)know I’d (Fol low, (Gm7)fol low, fol low, (C)fol low, se cret (F)love.) Ba by, when you got a se cret (Bb)love, ev ’ry lit tle (C)touch is not e (Am)nough.

Ev ’ry lit tle (Dm7)mo ment we’re a (Gm)part is pain to (C)me.

(C)me.