We won't go back

To the way we were

To the day I died

(Sorry Barbra)

Oh, I—

Lied (lied, lied)

I decided I'm probably not fine

Find me, find me—

Run and hide

Finally I

Understand the fault line

It's all my fault, it's mine

It's all my fault, it's mine

It's all my fault, it's mine

—-

There's no talk of suicide

I'll lay down and close my eyes

I might worry bout the time

But if I'm lucky I'll wake up

If I'm lucky

If I'm lucky

If I'm lucky,

I'll wake up

I don't mean to fall apart

I guess I'm lonely after dark

I guess you're playing at the park, without me

But if I'm lucky I'll wake up

Guess I've got to play the part

But you went and broke my heart

Life and Death are both an art;

So if I'm lucky I'll wake up

If I'm lucky I'll wake up

If I'm lucky I'll wake up

If I'm lucky, yeah

If I'm lucky

If I'm lucky

I'll wake up

—-

If I look into your eyes,

I turn to stone

Do you own me?

Or,

Do you want to left alone?

Are you lonely, or just a rolling stone

I tried the door,

You answered “no one's home”

Do you know me?

I thought I heard a love

Way down below me, so

Onward I roamed

Lower and lower

Now at the corridor;

To my horror,

I adore you,

Furthermore,

I can assure you

What we are, we were before

Maestro,

My murderer

—-

It just dawned on me;

All you wanted was a song

A somber, hollow one

Tell me that I'm wrong;

Better off, I don't belong here;

and I don't, not Hollywood

Not Burbank, over yonder—

No thank you, over on, my dear

Don't turn the oven off, my dear

No wonder, no wonder

No wonder, no wonder

Now wander, wander off

I never wanted you;

Ponder, ponder on

I'm just a pawn in your

Pond, but it's a big one

Somewhat, large, I thought

No wonder, no wonder

No wonder, no wonder

No wonder, bo wonder

No words left, just songs here

No worlds within worlds

Yes

I died In your eyes

Yes

He died in my arms

Tomorrow, departed at sunset

Or sunrise—which one was it?

All the luck in the world

And all the love in the world

And all the love in the world, we are

No wonder, no wonder

No wonder, no wonder

No talk of recovery;

Doesn't she talk?

No, not often

I loved him

I love him

I love being loved

Yes

No wonder, no wonder

No wonder, no wonder

No wonder, no wonder

We're all getting lost,

And forgotten what love is

No wonder,

We're all up in arms, dear

No wonder

No socks in the washer

No blood on the hammock

No hamhawk for supper

Just blondes being blondes,

And a basket of boneless

Something that suffered once

Stop at the crosswalk

And choke on the art form

Don't talk too much

If you want to be thought of as one of the girls that they want

But I'm not and

No wonder we're all out of water

And done for

No wonder, no wonder

No children, no mother

No wants, and no sufferers

Pardon, my honor

I loved her

But she's the victim of murder

No wonder

I heard her swallow the vomit

No wonder

I lost it, laid on my back In paralysis, perhaps

Happy never happened

Happy hasn't passed in half an album.

No…

[wonder]