It's All Just Talk Songtext
von Matt Cardle

Tell-tale stories and second hand truths
Between them both there′s nothing to choose
When there's nothing left to loose
It′s all just talk

Bedroom secrets of common knowledge
Shine them up with spit and polish
But the truth they won't acknowledge
It's all just talk


You didn′t come home
You gave me such a fright
Monday morning blues on a saturday night
You never phone
Your never write
You never call

But nothing in the world can take your place
A pretty smile on a pretty face
Just forget what the people say
It′s all just talk