I want to tell you
I want to tell youMy head is filled with things to sayWhen you're hereAll those words they seem to slip awayWhen I get near youThe games begin to drag me downIt's alrightI'll make you maybe next time aroundBut if I seem to act unkingIt's only me, it's not my mindThat is confusing thingsI want to tell youI feel hung up and I don't know whyI don't mind, I could wait for everI've got timeSometimes I wish I knew you wellThen I could speak my mind and tell youMaybe you'd understandI want to tell youI feel hung up and I don't know whyI don't mind, I could wait for everI've got timeI Want To Tell You, The Beatles, 1966.