Synchronized with the rising
moon
Even with the evening star
They were true love written
in stone
They were never alone, they
were never that far apart
And we who couldn't bear to
believe they might make it
We got to close our eyes
Cut up our losses into doable
doses
Ration our tears and sighs
You could see them on the street
on a Saturday night
Everyone used to run them
down
They're a little too sweet,
they're a little too tight
Not enough tough for this
town
We couldn't touch them with
a ten-foot pole
No, it didn't seem to rattle
at all
They were glued together body
and soul
That much more with their
backs up against the wall
Oh, hold them up, hold them
up
Never do let them fall
Prey to the dust and the rust
and the ruin
That names us and claims us
and shames us all
I guess it had to happen someday
soon
wasn't nothing to hold them
down
They would rise from among
us like a big baloon
Take the sky, forsake the
ground
Oh, yes, other hearts were
broken
Yeah, other dreams ran dry
But our golden ones sail on,
sail on
To another land beneath another
sky
Marco Giunco |
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