The phone from a loose grip Words were missed, then apology I didn't to tell you this No, it's just guy she's been hanging out with I know, the past couple of weeks, I guess
Thank you and up the phone Let the funeral start, hear the close Let's pin split black to your overcoat The pours from under doors in this house I don't understand that no more Seems artificial, a TV set
Haligh, Haligh, a lie, This weight, it must be You offer one reply You know not you do As you tear and tear your hair from Of that same head you've removed Now, a lock of hair you said would Our love would die, well, ha ha ha
I remember everything, the words we spoke on freezing Street All mornings watching you get ready for school You combed your hair inside that The one you painted blue and glued with tears Something those bright colors Would always you feel better
But now we speak with tongues And the words we say aren't for anyone It's a mumbled sentence to a passing acquaintance But was once you You said you hate my suffering, and you And you'd take of me You'd always be there, are you now?
Haligh, Haligh, a lie, The plans were never But to hang like yarn and twine before my eyes As you tear and tear your hair from that same head that you have twice removed Now, a lock of hair you would prove Our love never die
And I and sing of awful things The pleasure that my sadness As my fingers press onto the Yet another clumsy
Haligh, Haligh, an lie This weight now be satisfied I'm gonna give you one reply I not who I am? But I in the mirror To the that appears Our conversations are Always one sided, is clear
we keep coming back To this meaning I lack He says "The were given" And now, you must them Or just not But do you that?