| O it’s madtime bedtime and full of possibilities
|
| All the birthdays come at once
|
| Been swamped by vaudeville?
|
| Can’t defeat your innocence
|
| Though it’s good for only teady bears and kittens
|
| I’m slow with small talk, we used to get on famously
|
| Now there’s nothing to perfect
|
| Got sold on big talk it just doesn’t matter anymore
|
| It’s cold, you’d better come on inside
|
| So you get restless don’t it get the same for everyone?
|
| Convinced by only one time in their lives
|
| And been full of gifts — you have no one to give them to
|
| When all the birthdays come at once
|
| Keep your distance the game’s not worth the candle of confusing
|
| Vanity with power
|
| You say I seem so distant lost all sense of consequences
|
| But I try to keep this world alight
|
| Vanished days only mean so much by vanishing
|
| All the birthdays are best forgotten
|
| So I shrug my shoulders and slip into another tongue
|
| Knowing nothing can be perfect
|
| Took that curse — there’s nothing left could do us any harm
|
| Spare me the rituals of sorrow |