One heart Knife syndrome 

   

 

 They say that caring is finite 

And need is eternal ….

A doctor breaks down on a rooftop 

Or maybe in the stairs …

They say that every Monday morning 

Pastors and psychiatrist’s

turn in their resignation

And notices ….

They say that love will grow old 

And weary 

And we will grow tired and wary 

Familiar with knives and all too numb…

But sleeping on a plane 

I saw you 

It hit me right between the eyes 

You and me 

See how we are 

You and me 

See who we are

Sleeping on the wires —

Triggers for all the ghouls and all the shadows —

It’s all right 

We know who we are 

So we give 

We give 

Until the world turns

And all the triggers 

Are houses for memories 

And I love …

You and me 

See how we are.

 

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