Sing to me your songs of love
Your exaltation to your sun
Sing to me your praises and joy
To your one and only heart

For I am naught but empty
I'm nothing in comparison
To the center of your being
To the beat of your drums

You oft fail to notice and never look twice
The silent cries i scream while looking at your eyes
The wound your words cut on my heart dig deeper
Oh your love for him. Oh your love for him.

For I am nothing but a fly on the wall
A silent spectator to the theater of you
I am just another ear, just another shoulder
Just another fly on the wall.

Sing to me your love and I will love you
Sing to me your hurt and I will heal you
Sing to me your tales, and hopes, and dreams
And this little fly will grant your wish

But I am nothing but a fly on the wall
A silent spectator to the theater of you
I am just another ear, just another shoulder
Just another fly on the wall.