Maltese Selection 1997:
Mary Spiteri - "Lovers play with words"

Lovers play with words

Should we change our plans and swim against the tide?
Should we forsake the needs we feel deep down inside?
Could we live a lie and turn our heads away?
We staggered for too long, we still hold on

Really, there's a choice, it hurts, so heaven knows
But that's a long, long time ago

Lovers play with words, is it strange to hear goodbye
And feel the teardrops burn along some freeway
On the point of no return that makes you keep on trying
You'll never stop denying

'Cause you've heard the wind whistling down the Midnight Tavern
Making dreams come true, the words ring out so tender
Each time that I surrender to you

It has gained a force, a promise made in vain
Just pain from broken rules, a sad refrain
Then a train of hopes takes me some distant place
To linger through this passing phase

Lovers play with words, is it strange to hear goodbye
And feel the teardrops burn along some freeway
On the point of no return that makes you keep on trying
You'll never stop denying

'Cause you've heard the wind whistling down the Midnight Tavern
Making dreams come true, the words ring out so tender
Each time that I surrender

The words ring out so tender each time thаt I surrender to you
When I ѕurrender to you