It is not finished, but I want to know if you think that I am on to something....
the birds are singing
but not for you, my dear
because everyone knows
that all that you care to hear
is the sound of bottles breaking
and all that you care to see
is the people who you love the most
weeping as they wipe away
your unarticulated passions
from the bathroom floor
and saying goodbye to you
as if you were a stranger
the birds are singing
but not for you, my dear
because everyone knows
that all that you care to hear
is the sound of bottles breaking
and all that you care to see
is the people who you love the most
weeping as they wipe away
your unarticulated passions
from the bathroom floor
and saying goodbye to you
as if you were a stranger