Silver Cup

There’s a sadness in your eyes
I’ve never seen before
Or has it always been there
Like a small faded scar
One hidden in the depths
Of the beauty of who you are
Or is it, melancholy new
A fresher wound of woe
Left unclean without those tears
That you dam up and never show
And never show

Maybe the time has come
To let yourself weep
If you would just realise
Tears never make a man look weak

So if I held you close
Would you let them flow
I’d catch them up in a silver cup
Sip on them slow
So that if I caused even one of them
I’ll choke on it and know

Yes, there’s a look of sorrow
I’ve never seen before
Has anyone else noticed
If they have, do they care
Because it hurts my heart
To think you’re shrouded by despair
Such a kind, gentle soul you are
I’d rather lose my tongue
Than be the one who hurt you
No, I don’t want to be that one

Babe, the time has come
To let yourself weep
If you would just realise
Tears never made a man look weak

So if I hold you close
Will you let them flow
I’ll catch them up in a silver cup
Sip on them slow
So that if I caused even one of them
I’ll choke on it and know

So let them flow
I’ll drink them up in a silver cup
And if I caused even one
I’ll know