The slips from a loose grip Words missed, then some apology I want to tell you this No, it's just some guy been hanging out with I know, the past couple of weeks, I guess
Thank you and up the phone Let the start, hear the casket close Let's pin split black ribbon to your The laughter from under doors in this house I don't understand sound no more artificial, like a TV set
Haligh, Haligh, a lie, weight, it must be satisfied You only one reply You know not you do As you tear and tear your hair roots Of that same head you've removed Now, a lock of hair you would prove Our would never die, well, ha ha ha
I remember everything, the words we spoke on South Street All those mornings watching you get ready for You combed your hair that mirror The one you painted blue and glued with jewelry Something those bright colors Would always make you feel
But now we with ruined tongues And the words we say aren't for anyone It's just a sentence to a passing acquaintance But was once you You said you my suffering, and you understood And you'd take of me You'd be there, where are you now?
Haligh, Haligh, a lie, The plans were never But left to hang yarn and twine before my eyes As you tear and tear your hair from From that head that you have twice removed Now, a lock of hair you said prove Our would never die
And I sing and sing of things The pleasure my sadness brings As my fingers onto the strings Yet clumsy chord
Haligh, Haligh, an lie This weight now be satisfied I'm gonna you only one reply I not who I am? But I talk in the To the stranger that Our conversations are Always one sided, is clear
Except we keep coming To this meaning that I He says "The were given" And now, you must them Or just not But do you want