Songwriter: Rupert Holmes

Producer: Rupert Holmes

I can make a speech
When the mood comes to me
Yes, it's true
But oh, pretty darlin'
I'm speechless when it comes to you

Speechless when you reach for my hand
I'm so speechless and I can't understand how you love me
But as long as you keep saying that you love me
There is nothing I can say

Except I'm speechless at the sound of your voice
I'm so speechless and since I have no choice
I keep smiling like a cat who's caught a bird
And just keeps smiling

If I dared to say a word, you'd find me mindless
And I don't really mind, love is blindness
And my mind is resigned to the kindness you keep pouring on me
Can it be, can it be, can it be all for me?

I don't have a hope
If you don't dream of me
This is true
'Cause oh, pretty darlin'
I'm hopeless when I dream of you

Speechless and the heart never lies
I'm so speechless so I speak with my eyes
Are you smiling 'cause I seem like Harpo Marx?
Or are you smiling at my face within the darkness?

When I'm breathless and I come up for air
It's so endless that it gives me a scare
It's so timeless that I never touch ground
Why should I, why should I, why should I make a sound?

I can sing your song
I can sigh in the night
This is true
But oh, pretty darlin'
I'm speechless at the sight of you