When Doves Cry - Quindon Tarver

How can you leave me standing\nalone in a world that is so cold?\nMaybe I’m just too demanding.\nMaybe I’m just like my father: too bold.\nMaybe I’m just like my mother.\nShe’s never satisfied.\nWhy do we scream at each other?\nThis is what it sounds like when doves cry.\nYes, they cry, oh they cry.\nHow could you leave me standing\nalone in a world that’s so cold?\nMaybe I’m just too demanding.\nMaybe I’m just like my father: too bold.\nMaybe I’m just like my mother.\nShe’s never satisfied.\nWhy do we scream at each other?\nThis is what it sounds like\nWhen doves cry.\nThis is what it sounds like\nThis is what it sounds like\nThis is what it sounds like\nOh ah, oh ah\nDream, if you can, a courtyard, an ocean of violets in bloom.\nAnimals strike curious poses.\nThey feel the heat, the heat between me and you.\nMaybe I’m just like my mother.\nShe’s never satisfied.\nShe’s never satisfied.\nWhy do we scream at each other?\nThis is what it sounds like when doves cry.\nDoves cry\nYou know that they cry\nYou know that they cry\nYou know that they cry\nYou know that they cry\nYou know that they cry\nHow could you leave me standing\n(You know that they cry)\nalone in a world that’s so cold?\n(You know that they cry)\nMaybe I’m just too demanding.\n(You know that they cry)\nMaybe I’m just like my father: too bold.\n(You know that they cry)\nMaybe I’m just like my mother.\n(You know that they cry)\nShe’s never satisfied.\n(You know that they cry)\nWhy do we scream at each other?\n(You know that they cry)\nThis is what it sounds like\nWhen doves cry.