| I never wanted any children
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| Just a nice apartment with open air
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| And big windows, and all the flowers
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| And I could only ever see myself there
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| Yeah, I guess I was too hard for my own good
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| And then my friends began to fall in love
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| First with themselves and then with each other
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| I met my despair at midday light
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| And it was amazing, and I almost cried
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| Nothing that comes and goes is you
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| But you can compensate for love’s sake
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| And say yes, and make something together, something new
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| In times of roses who amaze our now and here
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| And friends in dresses, interference fits
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| A thousand little ceremonies, we admit
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| We dress up to confront the coming year
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| There’s something present that wasn’t before
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| We fade into the background, man
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| Of filtered light where and when we can
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| And live out a thousand weird lives
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| In conversations of churches and veils and wives
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| And it makes me strong and unsinkable
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| It makes me sick, it makes the water undrinkable
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| It feels like singing badly in the clear
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| Since we began to dress to meet the year
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| When did we all decide to give up?
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| Since when do we say yes to love?
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| He broke in and he’ll take what he can
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| It burns like a curse and it fits on my hand
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| A cluster of opals and diamonds and scenes
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| Pay you a penny and stay where I stand
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| Trading the diamonds for some golden band
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| God, what am I doing with somebody’s son
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| In the same way a bulldozer studies an orchid
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| Yes, I am a student of the teachings of love
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| In the same way that shame changes love as we know it
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| Like your body moves into mine and outgrows it
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| And splits me from mouth down to thigh like a gun
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| What am I doing with somebody’s son
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| We knew better, we knew we would break
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| We gave it until we gave up and we know
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| That we compensate for love’s sake
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| Now we say yes yes yes yes yes
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| And so |