(Jack Rhodes - Faye Keys - Larry Grounds) A conscience never speaks above a whisper
And mine would have to shout for me to hear
I only ask again where can I meet you
And a voice within me cries into deaf ears. I'm deaf dumb and blind to what I'm doing
And you know that I'm yours at your command
I'm deaf dumb and blind to all the danger
And it takes a fool in love to understand. Just call tonight I'll find some way to see you
I know I'm like a child that plays with fire
My racing cart I'm sure could win a trophy
Our love is mixed with something called desire.