You had eyes of soil,
muddy curtains,
And a million seas
upon your cheeks.
I'm holding you by the arm
I'm not saying anything, you see?
It must be said that saying it
doesn't help.
What if we stop worrying
just long enough to have a child
Sometimes thinking little
is good.
And telling each other we are okay
is better.
There are thousands of sails
that have never seen water.
We shouldn't settle in too much
if time extinguishes us
after a thousand mornings
Then, talking little
will be good
But telling each other we are okay
will be better
Watch the stars
and see how we feel human.
Telling each other that we are only a slab
Oh we are nothing
We will do as we can
We will have kids
Worrying a little
is good
But telling each other that we are okay
is better
There are so many perfumes at the Clichy market
I found your's there Saturday
I made my soap with it
I made my song about it
This seems so stupid
I know
But you will see tomorrow
what songs do
Oh crying a little
is good
And telling each other that we are okay
is an understatement
But better