Short of money
Some say short of pain
How can you win?
Likely never again
To hold me, hold me, hold me, older me
In times…
You tend to take it so bleak that can you tell when it’s turning?
Trying hard not to find the days I stop deserving it
And it’s good love, good love
Kept your bow
Could you need a ribbon?
Hid your love
Should you find it missing
Some say, “Good luck, finding love”
Is this good love, good love?
Good love, good love
When the waiting is tough
Hold me, hold me, old me, older me
In times…
The inner otherness you’ve always had
The doubts you seem to cast
Always trying just to turn it back, but
Until then maybe I just guess we’ll have to go with the fight
Is this good love, good love?
And it’s good love, good love
Hold me, hold me, hold me, older me
Hold me, hold me, hold me, older me
Hold me, hold me, hold me, older me
In times…
Goodbye, goodbye
Some say goodbye
Maybe someday, but I guess we’ll never know quite why
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