If you sit by her, and you do it softly, can you talk with her, and why, can you wipe the
blood from her lips, almost every time, she smiles, and when you hold her, in your arms,
let her move, so pure and free, happiness I know now, will never depend on me.
I know there's a difference between the morning and the evening star, but I'm told it's a mystery,
it's just two things can't be the same, that is how it ought to be, there's just one thing that I regret,
and it's easy to do, what about these people here, not one of them will ever be here,
you were so small, mother, so fragile, nothing, you said hey why don't you live up now,
you never really, wanted, to win, and there's a little music, you can still hear it, down,
North Street, we'd known, each other long enough, to know, we'd never meet.