The phone slips a loose grip were missed, then some apology I didn't want to tell you No, it's just guy she's been hanging out with I know, the past couple of weeks, I guess
you and hang up the phone Let the funeral start, the casket close Let's pin split ribbon to your overcoat The laughter pours from under doors in house I don't that sound no more Seems artificial, a TV set
Haligh, Haligh, a lie, This weight, it be satisfied You only one reply You not what you do As you and tear your hair from roots Of same head you've twice removed Now, a lock of you said would prove Our would never die, well, ha ha ha
I everything, the words we spoke on freezing South Street All those watching you get ready for school You combed your hair that mirror The one you painted blue and with jewelry tears about those bright colors Would always you feel better
But now we with ruined tongues And the words we say aren't meant for It's just a sentence to a passing acquaintance But there was you You said you my suffering, and you understood And you'd take of me always be there, where are you now?
Haligh, Haligh, a lie, The were never finalized But left to hang like and twine before my eyes As you tear and tear your hair roots that same head that you have twice removed Now, a lock of hair you would prove Our love would die
And I sing and of awful things The that my sadness brings As my fingers press onto the Yet another clumsy
Haligh, Haligh, an lie This weight now be satisfied I'm gonna give you only one I not who I am? But I in the mirror To the stranger appears Our are circles one sided, nothing is clear
Except we keep coming To this that I lack He says "The were given" And now, you must them Or just not But do you want