Song

A tragic song will swell

In your breast, my love,

And the tears will

Blossom in your TV-lit eyes

And all the thousand thousand

Dreams of the thousand

Thousand thousand lives

You thought you’d have

Will come swimming up

And you’ll weep, my sweet

Because none of them are yours

But I’ll be with you

Just the same, my heart

A thousand thousand times

I’ll grasp your fingers

Just as tightly as I can

Lie down beside me, dear

And put your hand in mine

I’ll wrap your dreams

In pretty paper, and we’ll

Open them one day

And I’ll sing your song

And we’ll weep together

Because I am yours

And you are mine