We don't talk about it - VEXED

You say you really wanna see me You only two miles away All I see is FaceTime ringin' Guess you don't got time today That's okay, that's cool We don't have to talk about it No, we don't have to talk about it You say we in it for the long haul I didn't even get to U-haul I didn't even get that far We didn't even get that far But we don't have to talk about it No, no, we don't have to talk about it (hey) I can't see, I can't see your past Like the sun and the rain on a cloudy day But I can feel, I can feel your pain Was it something I said? Was it something you said? We don't have to talk about it, no Said, we don't have to talk about it, hey It's obvious that you ain't wanna, uh So you just run away So how am I supposed to take it? Guess you ain't got much to say That's okay, that's cool We don't have to talk about it No, we don't have to talk about it You say we in it for the long haul I didn't even get to U-haul I didn't even get that far We didn't even get that far But we don't have to talk about it No, no, we don't have to talk about it (hey) I can't see, I can't see your past Like the sun and the rain on a cloudy day But I can feel, I can feel your pain Was it something I said? Was it something you said? We don't have to talk about it, no (no) Said, we don't have to talk about it, say (hey)

Slavery We need to talk about it (We need to talk about it) I say Black Lives Matter 'Cause history says we don't You're either a Christian or a racist You can't be both Slavery We need to talk about it (We need to talk about it) What does it say about America What does it say about Africa And what (What) does it say (Say) about all of us (All of us) Whoever said time heals all wounds Wasn't a slave, I'm guessing (I'm guessing) Hundreds of years That's just too long of a lesson (We need to talk about it) What does it say about the buyer And what does it say about the seller And what (What) does it say (Say) about all of us (All of us) How does a ghost forgive (We need to talk about it) How are we supposed to live (We need to talk about it) With 12 million taken (Oh, Lord) Not one single reparation (We need to talk about slavery) What does it say about forgiveness (We need to talk about it) What does it say about compassion (We need to talk about slavery) About justice and about fairness (We need to talk about slavery) About the law and the land (We need to talk about it) About then What does it say about now (We need to talk about slavery)

We don't talk about Bruno (no, no, no) We don't talk about Bruno, but It was my wedding day (It was our wedding day) We were gettin' ready and there wasn't a cloud in the sky (No clouds allowed in the sky) Bruno walks in with a mischievous grin (Thunder) Are you telling this story, or am I? I'm sorry, mi vida, go on Bruno says, "It looks like rain" (Why did he tell us?) In doing so, he floods my brain (Abuela, get the umbrellas) Married in a hurricane (What a joyous day but anyway) We don't talk about Bruno (no, no, no) We don't talk about Bruno Grew to live in fear of Bruno stuttering or stumbling I can always hear him sort of muttering and mumbling I associate him with the sound of falling sand (Ooh-ooh-ooh) It's a heavy lift with a gift so humbling Always left Abuela and the family fumbling Grappling with prophecies they couldn't understand Do you understand? A seven-foot frame rats along his back When he calls your name, it all fades to black Yeah, he sees your dreams and feasts on your screams We don't talk about Bruno (no, no, no) We don't talk about Bruno He told me that the life of my dreams Would be promised and someday be mine He told me that my power would grow Like the grapes that thrive on the vine He told me that the man of my dreams Would be just out of reach Betrothed to another It's like I hear him now (hey, sis) I want not a sound out of you (it's like I hear him now) I can hear him, now Um, Bruno Yeah, about that Bruno We really need to know about Bruno Give me the truth and the whole truth, Bruno Isabella, your boyfriend's here Time for dinner A seven-foot frame, rats along his back (it was my wedding day; it was our wedding day) When he calls your name it all fades to black (we were gettin' ready and there wasn't a cloud in the sky) Yeah, he sees our dreams and feasts on your screams (Bruno walks in with a mischievous grin) Don't talk about Bruno (Why did I talk about Bruno?) Not a word about Bruno (Never should've brought up Bruno)

We don't talk about Bruno, no, no, no We don't talk about Bruno, but It was my wedding day (it was our wedding day) We were getting ready, and there wasn't a cloud in the sky (No clouds allowed in the sky) Bruno walks in with a mischievous grin (thunder) You telling this story, or am I? (I'm sorry, mi vida, go on) Bruno says, "It looks like rain" (why did he tell us?) In doing so, he floods my brain (Abuela, get the umbrellas) Married in a hurricane (what a joyous day, but anyway) We don't talk about Bruno, no, no, no We don't talk about Bruno Hey, grew to live in fear of Bruno stuttering or stumbling I can always hear him sort of muttering and mumbling I associate him with the sound of falling sand, ch-ch-ch It's a heavy lift, with a gift so humbling Always left Abuela and the family fumbling Grappling with prophecies they couldn't understand Do you understand? A seven-foot frame, rats along his back When he calls your name, it all fades to black Yeah, he sees your dreams and feasts on your screams (hey) We don't talk about Bruno, no, no, no We don't talk about Bruno (we don't talk about Bruno) He told me, my fish would die, the next day, dead (no, no) He told me, I'd grow a gut, and just like he said (no, no) He said that all my hair would disappear, now, look at my head (no, no) Your fate is sealed when your prophecy is read He told me that the life of my dreams Would be promised, and someday be mine He told me that my power would grow Like the grapes that thrive on the vine Óye, Mariano's on his way He told me that the man of my dreams Would be just out of reach, betrothed to another It's like I hear him now Hey, sis, I want not a sound out of you (like I can hear him now) I can hear him now Um, Bruno Yeah, about that Bruno I really need to know about Bruno Gimme the truth and the whole truth, Bruno (Isabella, your boyfriend's here) Time for dinner! A seven-foot frame (it was my wedding day) Rats along his back (we were getting ready) When he calls your name (and there wasn't a cloud in the sky) It all fades to black (no clouds allowed in the sky) Yeah, he sees your dreams (Bruno walks in) And feasts on your screams (with a mischievous grin) (Thunder) You telling this story, or am I? Oye, Mariano's on his way (I'm fine) Bruno says, "It looks like rain" (a seven-foot frame, rats along his back) In doing so, he floods my brain (when he calls your name, it all fades to black) Married in a hurricane (and I'm fine, and I'm fine, and I'm fine, I'm fine) He's here! Don't talk about Bruno, no (why did I talk about Bruno?) Not a word about Bruno (I never should've brought up Bruno)

Rain Coming home again Stepping off the train How you been? I can't complain It's been a while I'm glad you came Coffee in a flask Driving much too fast Have you had a drink? Wouldn't want to ask Don't wanna think About the past This could be the time we work things out Say some things that we should say out loud If there's anything that I've learnt by now It'll be just another thing that we don't talk about It'll be just another thing that we don't talk about Eyes upon the road The chilli's on the stove Shall we have a beer? Should I tell a joke? And keep this sinking ship afloat And stumble up to bed But now I'm seeing red It's not what you did It's not what you said It's the silence we choose instead This could be the time we worked things out We could say some things that we should say out loud But if there's anything that I've learnt by now Is it'll be just another thing that we don't talk about Ah, it'll be just another thing that we don't talk about Ah, it'll be just another thing that we don't talk about It'll be just another thing that we don't talk about

We don't talk about Bruno, no, no, no We don't talk about Bruno, but It was my wedding day It was our wedding day We were getting ready And there wasn't a cloud in the sky No clouds allowed in the sky Bruno walks in with a mischievous grin Thunder You're telling the story, or am I? I'm sorry, mi vida, go on Bruno says, "It looks like rain" Why did he tell us? In doing so, he floods my brain Abuela, get the umbrellas Married in a hurricane What a joyous day, but anyway We don't talk about Bruno, no, no, no We don't talk about Bruno Hey, grew to live in fear of Bruno stuttering or stumbling I can always hear him sort of muttering and mumbling I associate him with the sound of falling sand It's a heavy lift with a gift so humbling Always left Abuela and the family fumbling Grappling with prophecies they couldn't understand Do you understand? Seven-foot frame, rats along his back When he calls your name, it all fades to black Yeah, he sees your dreams and feasts on your screams (hey) We don't talk about Bruno, no, no, no (we don't talk about Bruno) We don't talk about Bruno (we don't talk about Bruno) He told me my fish would die, the next day, dead (no, no) He told me I'd grow a gut and just like he said (no, no) He said that all my hair would disappear, now, look at my head (no, no) Hey! Your fate is sealed when your prophecy is read He told me that the life of my dreams Would be promised, and someday be mine He told me that my power would grow Like the grapes that thrive on the vine Óye, Mariano's on his way He told me that the man of my dreams Would be just out of reach Betrothed to another It's like I hear him, now Hey sis, I want not a sound out of you It's like I can hear him now, I can hear him now Oh, Bruno Yeah, about that Bruno I really need to know about Bruno Give me the truth and the whole truth, Bruno Isabella, your boyfriend's here Time for dinner A seven-foot frame, rats along his back It was my wedding day It was our wedding day We were getting ready And there wasn't a cloud in the sky No clouds allowed in the sky Bruno walks in with a mischievous grin Thunder You're telling the story, or am I? I'm sorry, mi vida, go on Bruno says, "It looks like rain" Why did he tell us? In doing so, he floods my brain Abuela, get the umbrellas Married in a hurricane What a joyous day, but anyway He's here Don't talk about Bruno Why did I talk about Bruno? Not a word about Bruno I never should have brought up Bruno