Charles Aznavour - Still I Cling To You

I know the signs, I read the warnings
To you, I'm only time to kill
Don't mean a thing to you
Yet, still I cling to you

Like meadow mist on winter mornings
Like snow upon the highest hill
That's how I cling to you
Somehow I cling to you

If I were wiser I would leave you
Pick up my broken pride and steal away
What is this game you play
You weave a chain to bind and hold me

Yet, keep yourself one step beyond me
So near
So far away

I tell myself
You'll come to love me
As flowers come alive in Spring
And still I cling to you

At times you want my adoration
You talk of love, of life reborn
My soul takes wing to you
And so I cling to you

At times you mock my desperation
My eagerness, you laugh you scold
Despite this thing you do
In rage I cling to you

Is it just pity you are feeling
These crumbs of comfort
That you throw my way
How long can hope survive

How long must this despair continue
If you're so sure
I'll never win you
Why keep my hope alive

You do not hear this song I sing you
You do not take the gift I bring
Yet still I sing to you
Still I cling to you.