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Grandmother dies
With a cup of dusty water by her bedside
My sweetheart rides her bicycle too fast
With shut eyes
And please don't say you love me
If you don't truly mean it
Cause words they lose their meaning
When you use them too much
I spent my week waiting for the Friday evening
When you come round and see me
And we drink wine from cups
When the embrace of the family
It smothers far too much
I am here for when you're feeling useless
And all those curls
That once hung around your face
Well they now fall to your feet
And those arms that once cradled fools and thieves
They now hold me when I'm weak
What do you know of your strength?
What do you know of your warmth?
What do you know of your back
Your legs, your lips, your eyes?
Oh your eyes,your pretty eyes
What do you know of the strength
Within your eyes