No More Words

I think I recall having a crush on Terri Nunn. I may have been thoroughly wrapped up in punk, garage, postpunk and goth at the time, but there were occasional radio songs that captured me. This was one.

It’s probably just me, but a lot of songs had more sex to them back in the 80s. Things started feeling like cookie-cutter plastic about late 90s, at least to me.

But don’t fool yourself
Your empty passion won’t satisfy me, I know
So don’t pretend that you want me
You don’t want me, no

No more words
You’re telling me you love me
While you’re looking away
No more words
No more words and
No more promises of love

Berlin

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