The harmony is dissonant despair
The orchestra is tuning up
As doors are swung and swiftly shut
I think about you more than I can bear
A jaded weeping willow tree
It hooks it's claws until the blood is drawn
The audience is spilling out
I slip into the busy crowd
But still your face remains after I'm gone
I could sleep until the summertime
Maybe then I'd get the peace of mind
Cut the wires of my telephone line
But even in the dead of night
I toss and turn like a little child
A heavy heart can never be satisifed
I see you like a silent movie star
If you could step out of the screen
& wake me from the wretched dream
But I can only watch you from afar
I could sleep until the summertime
Maybe then I'd get the peace of mind
Cut the wires of my telephone line
But even in the dead of night
I toss and turn like a little child
A heavy heart can never be satisifed
That plays the wrong notes
The widow in the cemetery
Who's make-up leaves a trail upon the ground
I thought I saw our name in lights
The song I sing is never sung aloud
& you will never hear me make a sound