The phone slips from a loose grip.
Words were missing then. Some apology.
I didn't want to tell you this.
No, it's just some guy she's been hanging out with.
I don't know. The past couple of weeks, I guess.
Well, thank you and hang up the phone.
Let the funeral start;
hear the casket close.
Let's pin split-black ribbon to your overcoat.
Well, laughter pours from under doors.
In this house, I don't understand that sound no more.
Seems artificial, like a TV set.
Well... haligh, haligh, a lie, haligh
This weight it must be satisfied.
You offer only one reply,
you know not what to do,
but you tear and tear your hair from roots
of that same head you have twice removed now.
A lock of hair you said would prove
our love would never die.
Well ha ha ha.
I remember everything;
the words we spoke on freezing South Street,
and all those mornings watching you get ready for school.
You combed your hair inside that mirror;
the one you painted blue and glued with jewelry tears.
Something about those bright colors
would always make you feel better.
But now we speak with ruined tongues,
and the words we say aren't meant for anyone.
It's just a mumbled sentence to a passing acquaintance,
but there was once you.
You said you hate my suffering
and you understood
and you'd take care of me,
you'd always be there,
well where are you now?
Haligh, haligh, a lie, haligh
The plans were never finalized,
but left to hang like yarn and twine
dangling before my eyes
as you tear and tear your hair from roots
of that same head you have twice removed now,
a lock of hair you said would prove
our love would never die.
And I sing and sing of awful things.
The pleasure that my sadness brings
as my fingers press onto the strings
in yet another clumsy chord.
Haligh, haligh, an awful lie,
this weight would now be satisfied.
I'm gonna give you only one reply;
I know not who I am.
But I talk in the mirror
to the stranger that appears.
Our conversations are circles;
always one-sided.
Nothing is clear.
Except we keep coming back
to this meaning that I lack.
He says the choices were given,
now you must live them
or just not live.
Now do you want that?
