Taps and Tears

If I should cry, right here in this bath, I know I can wash my tears, down the drain and if I should cry, alone in this bath, I know no one can see my silent pain.

Now if I should cry, here in this bath, with the door shut tightly and locked, I know no one will see what I keep locked up in my silent white box.

Now if I let tears, roll down my face I know I can wash them away, for I cannot let you see what I have hidden in years of silent refrain.

So here I will cry alone in this bath for my tears will drift down the plug and you will never know it was here that I cried alone in this quiet bath tub.