"Upon my soul, I can think of nothing else ... "

Monday, September 24, 2012


A heart full of wishes just holding on for it’s host
Hold on to hope now, it's all that's left at most

She let you down, down, down
She let you down again and again

You are perfect for practice, sweet, strong, and unassuming
And everyone’s worried; a little tension is growing

We see you fall, fall, fall
We see you fall faster than slow

Stronger than last year, you’re looking better for wear
It’s unfair and it’s dangerous for us to be going back there 

You need her gone, gone, gone
You need her gone away from here

Hear that bird lowly singing, and think it’s probably for you
Hear her hum that old tune, and you start feeling it’s true

I pull you close, close, close
I pull you close, and whisper "No"



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