Sunday, 30 September 2012

there's still no cure for crying

 The piano is not firewood yet
They try to remember but still they forget
That the heart beats in threes
Just like a waltz
And nothing can stop you from dancing
Rise from your cold hospital bed
You're not dying
Everyone knows you're going to live
So you might as well start trying


The piano is not firewood yet
But the cold does get cold
So it soon might be that
I'll take it apart, call up my friends
And we'll warm up our hands by the fire



Love what you have and you'll have more love
You're not dying
Everyone knows you're going to love
Though there's still no cure for crying
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