| How I, how I
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| Weep for the loss
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| And it creeps down my chin
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| For the heart and the hair
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| And the skin and the air
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| That swirls itself around the bare
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| How I weep
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| How I weep
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| How I weep and I sleep
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| And I march and I dance
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| And I sing and I laugh
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| And I laugh and I laugh
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| But inside
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| But inside
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| Inside I weep
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| Inside I weep
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| And I weep for a loss that’s so deep
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| That it hardens and turns into stone
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| There it stays
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| And rolls through bones
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| 'Til they crumble
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| And the earth doesn’t spin
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| It’s got no way to win
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| And the stars stare down with sad clown faces
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| And they taunt me
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| They taunt me
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| So I run and I run, and I run and I run
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| But I’ve nowhere to go except into the sun
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| And I weep for the loss and the loss weeps for me
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| The loss weeps for me
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| Then it whacks me straight into my stomach at night
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| It’s a hard blow to take with all of its might
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| And it tries to be sorry, it tries to be sweet
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| Then it runs out the door as if on two feet
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| And I stand there and wonder, when will I be free?
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| Then I realized I held it, it never held me
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| It had to hurt me to finally be gone
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| 'Cause I made the mistake of dragging it on
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| And I wonder, what kind of person am I
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| Who weeps for a loss but can’t tell it goodbye?
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| How I
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| How I weep
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| How I weep
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| How I weep
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| How I
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| How I weep
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| How I weep
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| How I weep |