Penelope Swales
Aug. 17th, 2003 10:09 pmI sit in the sun
Listen to the bees hum in the wisteria
Can't help but imagine
The sort of honey you would have called forth from this area
I miss your happiness, my friend
Hey, you should be careful
Misery is habit forming (Take it from me)
You can get to thinking
That you're not really living properly if you're not suffering
I miss that smile you used to wear
That gift for joy you have
Must still be in there somewhere
Yes, I know you stuffed it up
You tell me all about it every day
It's gone on long enough
And you know that, and still you act
As if the blues were here to stay
It's 'coz you're so damn stubborn
You don't wanna let go of anything
Not the things you might have had
Not the things you haven't got
And not what used to be
I hate to be harsh, dear
But there's no excuse for a girl of your class, dear
Someone with your background
To go moonin' about as if you're not worth anything
Without a man around
The world is at your feet
Oh darlin', I know you miss your garden
But we don't stand and grieve among the stalks of last year's fruit
We turn them in, we start again
And we call forth something fresh and new
All these dead things you have been clinging to
Will kill you
Get a move on, life is waiting
And you have friends who love you
Everywhere you go, they open up their homes
And they shower the best of love on you
All these dead dreams you have been clinging to
Will twist you
Come sit in the sun
Listen to the bees hum in the wisteria
Can't help but imagine
The sort of wisdom you'll be callin' forth from this experience
I miss your happiness, my friend
Oh, I miss your happiness, my friend
That gift for joy you have
Must still be in there somewhere
The world is at your feet
Ah- la la etc