Who Holds His Own
again
Those of us who loved you when
Can't even find you.
Wysteria, did you lose another man
Did you make him understand
That he can't touch you.
Wysteria, did he take you to the fair?
Were the folks that you met there
The same that we met?
Wysteria, did he teach you how
to dance
Did he bring you paper fans
to hide your secret?
Was he just like all the rest
When he got to the sad part
Did he stay a bit too long
To save his heart.
Wysteria, are your lips still lily white
Do they still bloom just
The Big Issue
There are those
Spend the night under bridges
Over by the river
Down in the park through the winter
But there´s a house that I know
Safe and warm
And no-one ever goes there
(Down where the priests bless the wine...)
She´s been born into the wrong time
She keeps nonsense on her mind
She´s a poet, she´s a builder
She´s as bored as bored can be
She´s a have-not, she´s a know-all
She knows just how to say yes
She´s skating frozen chaos
Till the no-good gods are dead
But sometimes in the dead of night
Woken by the city lights
She wonders how she keeps alive...
This is the girl who lost the house
Which paid to the man who put up the rent sign
And threw out the girl to
Feather his own sweet home
She´s a clueless social climber
Likes the wrong side of the bed
She´s a pick-me-up and she´s a drink-to-me
In the company of friends
She´s tried every variation
She´s co common, she´s so cold
She´s homesick for a future
Can´t stomach what she´s told
On every street in every town
All her days are up and down
At home among the lost-and-founds...
This is the girl who lost the house
Which paid to the man who put up the rent sign
And threw out the girl to
Feather his own sweet home
Here´s the good samaritan
Looks away and carries on
This is the girl who lost the house
Which paid to the man who put up the rent sign
And threw out the girl to
Feather his own sweet home
Thank you for every tree and flower
Thank you for every sky of blue
Thank you I should be every hour
Truely thanking you