Lyrics

All we’d been saving wasn’t summing,
All we loved were losses we had coming,
Piled so high the air grew so numbing,
The wheels came off so soon enough, the engine still running.

Back when you could buy bread for a nickel,
Kisses took time, touches tended to tickle,
People fell in love, not in a pickle,
Fate and fealty found faded and so fickle.

They say some things are never deleted,
Even the dead throw us a bone,
But I counted each and every penny of your thinking, repeated,
Whenever you couldn’t find your telephone,
Now if there’s one thing I could do without,
It’s that dreadful data in your ring tone,
With so many passages redacted,
Your lost memory’s set in stone.

You wore hats like a maple’s autumn leaves,
I, an ascot for every noose the gallows grieve,
When we stepped out even the doubters could believe,
Now the church lies empty, a tangled prayer I weave.

I can’t blame you for the things you are not,
I slipped each sliver of silver and gold sold into your shining, empty pot,
I painted the rainbow, just to give the sun a shot,
You unleashed the showers, left me these hours my dreams forgot.

They say some things are never deleted,
Even the dead throw us a bone,
But I counted each and every penny of your thinking, repeated,
Whenever you couldn’t find your telephone,
Now if there’s one thing I could do without,
It’s that dreadful data in your ring tone,
With so many passages redacted,
Your lost memory is set in stone.