Love
tore my heart,
broke my brain
It is no longer funny
Eliza stood on a picket line and challenged her rivals
She said the morning ought to bring
her hope Like the hope in the films
But
Eliza had doubts
In fact, Eliza was scared
Is this the way we'll allow it to be?
We're the kids with no future We
carry the guilt of things we knew were
shut it
shut it till the end
Eliza, please don't work so hard now
And spend some time with your children
Eliza,
though the months are long Remember
you still have two weeks of vacation
Wake your husband with a morning kiss One
that might feel good but tastes kind of
funny The alarm goes off
The curtains drop back on the day
You're a star of the 60s holding up your
heavy burden The weight of the hours and days
Still it feels as if summer's here at
last You're nipped in sweaters again
Eliza,
we fight to save your mind Little fighter,
little fighter,
little fighter
Feel like a portrait at the end of your life Maybe your time
Living confusion,
a vanity failure Maybe your time
All of a sudden, our
Eliza drops dead
Did you save your heart?
Were you just a name on the long list of nameless people?
Really makes you wonder what life is worth
What a childish game we play
I went to the barber shop
to get my hair cut
Instead I came
out with all
my ideas
all
washed up