You shake hands with the heartache
Take it into your bed
Making friends with the sorrow
You keep it well fed
I wish that you had perforated edges
So I could tear you out of this
And paste you into happiness
But now it’s a blue sky with a black cloud parade
When the curtains fall, the memory decays
It’s the last bar of your lover’s serenade, a trade
For a blue sky with a black cloud parade
I see you wearing that brave face
Got it strapped on tight
Feel exposed like a roll of film
In the light
I wish that you had perforated edges
So I could tear you out of this
Counting out the wedding bells
Filling up with white blood cells
You wait
For a blue sky with a black cloud parade
When the curtains fall, the memory decays
It’s the last bar of your lover’s serenade, a trade
For a blue sky with a black cloud parade

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