The art of suicide, nightgowns and hair
Curls flying every which-way
The fate too pure to hide, bridges of sighs
Meant to conceal lover's liesUnder the arches of moonlight and sky
Suddenly easy to contemplate whyWhy, why live a life
That's painted with pity and sadness and strife?
Why dream a dream
That's tainted with trouble and less than it seems?Why bother bothering
Just for a poem or another sad song to sing?
Why live a lie? Why live a lie?The art of suicide,pretty and clean
Conveys a theatrical scene
Alas, I've gone she cried, ankles displayed
Melodramatically laidUnder the arches of moonlight and sky
Suddenly easy to contemplate whyWhy, why live a life
That's painted with pity and sadness and strife?
Why dream a dream
That's tainted with trouble and less than it seems?Why bother bothering
Just for a poem or another sad song to sing?
Why live a lie? Why live a lie?Why live a life
That's painted with pity and sadness and strife?
Why dream a dream
That's tainted with trouble and less than it seems?Why bother bothering
Just for a poem or another sad song to sing?
Why live a lie? Why live a lie?
Why live a lie? Why live a lie?Life is not like a gloomy Sunday
With a second ending where the people are disturbed
Well, they should be disturbed
Because there's a story that ought to be heardLife is not like a gloomy Sunday
With a second ending where the people are disturbed
Well, they should be disturbed
Because there's a lesson that really ought to be learnedThe world is full of poets, we don't need any more
The world is full of singers, we don't need any more
The world is full of lovers, we don't need any more