Somehow the dying widow bore to smile
Yet my own tears do not fall.
People dance for their lives, for a while,
And I sing an unheard call.
Ending the start.
It took my soul,
It took my heart.
Slowly, so slowly,
It all drips
Typical words
From your typical lips.
Aug 24, 2015
Aug 24, 2015 at 3:44 PM UTC
Somehow the dying widow bore to smile
Yet my own tears do not fall.
People dance for their lives, for a while,
And I sing an unheard call.
Ending the start.
It took my soul,
It took my heart.
Slowly, so slowly,
It all drips
Typical words
From your typical lips.
