Your Favorite Songthere's a hawk hanging on the wind
up high above the bay my little lovebird opened up her cage and out the window flew away now i think of you and try to guess just how long you're gonna stay well it seems your favorite song has gone straight to number one with a suicidal bullet from the singer's stagefright gun and the drummer's already packing up even though the song's not done heard that gravedigger whistling heard that midnight train go by saw that hawk dive in the water and bring a fish up to the sky saw you set fire to your dreams, babe only wish that i knew why a piece of broken daylight lingers even though the sun's gone down a little red blood stain that punctuates a pale white wedding gown a little random act of cruelty here at the deepest edge of town i'm banging on my bugle hear me banging my gong here inside this awful noise is right where i belong you thought i might so silent let's face it you were wrong a leaf drops on the river the river carries it away with a memory just as sharp as that needle in the hay but i know i won't forget you come what will or come what may come what will or come what may come what will or come what may |
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