“The face forgives the mirror
The worm forgives the plow
The questions begs the answer
Can you forgive me somehow?
Maybe when our story’s over
We’ll go where it’s always spring
The band is playing our song again
And all the world is green
Pretend that you owe me nothing
And all the world is green
Can we bring back the old days again?
And all the world is green
The moon is yellow silver
On the things that summer brings
It’s a love you’d kill for
And all the world is green
He’s balancing a diamond
On a blade of grass
The dew will settle on our graves
When all the world is green”
The wonderful, marvelous Tom Waits.
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