Is your heart singing out
of tune? Are your eyes just singing the blues? Dirty records from
another time, some blood stains on your shoes. May I have this last
dance? By chance if we should meet... Can you write me a
lullaby? So we can sing you to
sleep.
People say that rhyme about sticks
and stones, as if broken bones hurt more than the names we got
called and we got called them all, so we grew up believing no one
would ever fall in love with us...