Don't You Wanna Talk About It - Larry Norman

True and faithful are the wounds of a friend

Who keeps on praying that this war will end

My heart is broken and I need it to mend

Don’t you wanna talk about it?

You’re drinking water from a bitter well

Down on the beach, I see these broken shells

Paradise is falling, I’m surprised you can’t tell

Don’t you wanna talk about it?

A line is drawn (the fear of death)

A bridge is crossed (the savoire-faire)

A friend is gone (the ratty breath)

But is not lost (the falling hair)

I watch the sky (there is a grip)

I see a falling star (a vacant stare)

And I asked the Lord — I wonder where you are

Kingdoms of earth, they don’t mean nothing to me

I’d give my life if it would help you be free

This ain’t the way that God intends it to be

Don’t you wanna talk about it?

I called your lawyer, but he said you were gone

I didn’t see you 'cause your headlights weren’t on

You shut the door and faded into the dawn

Don’t you wanna talk about it?

A line is drawn (the fear of death)

A bridge is crossed (the savoire-faire)

A friend is gone (the ratty breath)

But is not lost (the falling hair)

I pray each night

I asked the Lord on high (a vacant stare)

Where you are — and I asked him why

Spoken:

Why must this go on?

This battle inside

That rages and rages like some restless tide

Over and over and over again

The flesh and spirit come against each other

But I love you my brother, my brother

I love you, I love you, I love you, I love you

It goes on and on, this night does not end