Intro: |
We hereby conduct this post-mortem |
He was a hothouse flower |
To my outdoorsman |
Our maladies were such we |
Could not cure them |
And so a touch that was my |
Birthright became foreign |
Come one, come all |
It's happenin' again |
The empathetic hunger descends |
We'll tell no one |
Except all of our friends |
We must know |
How did it end? |
Bridge: |
We were blind to unforeseen |
Circumstances |
We learned the right steps |
To different dances |
And fell victim to interlopers' |
Glances |
Lost the game of chance |
What are the chances? |
Soon they'll go home to their |
Husbands |
Smug 'cause they know they |
Can trust him |
Then feverishly calling their |
Cousins |
Guess who we ran into at the shops? |
Walking in circles like |
She was lost |
Didn't you hear? |
They called it all off |
One gasp and then |
How did it end? |
Bridge: |
Say it once again with feeling |
How the death rattle breathing |
Silenced as the soul was leaving |
The deflation of our dreaming |
Leaving me bereft and reeling |
My beloved ghost and me |
Sitting in a tree |
D-Y-I-N-G |
It's happenin' again |
How did it end? |
I can't pretend |
Like I understand |
How did it end? |
Come one, come all |
It's happenin' again |
The empathetic hunger descends |
We'll tell no one |
Except all of our friends |
We must know |
How did it end? |
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