Mathilde Santing turning my heart c.1985.

I can tell by the look on your face
It's not something you offer
It's like something you waste
Is it words, precious time
or just the wine
Now it's open we might as well taste

There's a smoldering I can't explain
It's not like you at all
so I think I just wait
for the words you rehearsed
I'll hear them first
and when it's over at least it was great

Can you turn your heart
like you turn your head

It was lovely but it's getting late
and the next thing I know
I'll be well on my way
to the one thing I own
call it home
but in the morning it won't feel the same

Can you turn your heart
like you turn your head