Baby wants a new spin. Baby wants a broken heart. Hear you found the lynchpin. To keep it all from falling apart. . But you keep on rolling. Yes you keep on rolling.
And after the bombs subside. And this long low campaign. Calls it good for the night. We meet in the streets. Where we meet in the bar's cold light. We grip at our hands.
Let's commence to coordinate our sights. And get them square to rights. (Get them square to rights). . Condescend to calm this riot in your mind. Find yourself in time.
Thou unconsolable daughter said the sister. . When will thou trouble the water in the cistern. . And what irascible blackguard is the father. . And when young Margaret's waistline grew wider.
Sixteen military wives. Thirty-two softly-focused, brightly-colored eyes. Staring at the natural tan. Of thirty-two gently clenching wrinkled little hands.
What a gift, what a gift you can give me. Here with my heart so whole, while others may be grieving. Think of their grieving. And oh my boy. Don't you know you are dear to me.