Merry Widow
by Julie Gengo
The
cradle rocks desperately
And
you break down
While
the merry widow sleeps
You
break down, break down
You
ramble on all alone
But
your pockets aren’t sewn
And
there ain’t nothing left
You
can’t buy your lifeline with it
Or
a place called home
(Guitar
Break)
How
reckless abandonment
Could
still exist
There
is no pride
Or
a lullaby called home
And
you still can’t reach
But
your hands are untied
So
you can’t complain
And
they taught you not to ever speak again
Speak
again
The
light seems so pale
Reflecting
off your skin
As
deep as your despair
Penetrating
within
And
you break down
And
you break down
And
you break down
And
you break down
And
their ain’t nothing left
You
can’t buy your lifeline
Or
a place called home
And
you still can’t reach
But
your hands are untied
So
you can’t complain
And
they taught you not to ever speak again
Speak
again
Speak
again
Speak
again
Speak
again
Speak,
speak again…..