Из альбома: Beneath the Brine

Now with a wonder,
she wakes by the curtains, she knows
That the morning brings an ending to our love
And the window it shakes with a silence that grows
Oh it hurts her but she’s never never known
Oh it’s not that bad when she goes
'Cause she sings my name like it’s a sad, sad song
Oh it’s not that bad when she’s away
She knows my name she knows it well
And she knows my face more than herself
But I wish her well
Here in the morning
she wakes without warning, she cries,
«Oh, I love you dear!»
And this widow of old past insidious hearts
Well she screams a lot and cries to be alone
So it’s not that bad when she goes
'Cause she sings my name like it’s a sad, sad song
Oh it’s not that bad when she’s away
She knows my name, she knows it well
And she knows my face, more than herself
But I wish her well
Sometimes she stalks and moans like a ghost
And the way she throws her words
Well they hurt me to the bones
They weigh me down like stones
Here, in the evening,
my words are deceiving and cold
And oh, with a wonder,
our hearts torn asunder it shows
That her love was just an excuse to be loved
So it’s not that bad when she goes
'Cause she sings my name like it’s a sad, sad song
Oh it’s not that bad when she goes
'Cause she sings my name like it’s a sad, sad song
A sad song

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