ter nursed through the tapping walls,
I could see her sitting there all alone.
huddled up but still feeling the cold
She could sell her husband's metals
to pay for some coal for the fire
She'd rather have her memories
of the arms that once held
More than the concerning other
and the laughter that cascaded
when the world was gripped by fear
This fragile life really worries me,
I know one day could be me and you
Do you like to feel good?
It's immoral and unnecessary
There's little care for the old
making somebody else wealthy
The year after you hit it
It's always all is the same
And the arms think it's stronger
The list keeps getting longer
Has an air left in the air
But she don't go outside anymore
Too many locks on her front door
through the drop -in wall walls
but we're still feeling the cold
She could sell us those medals
To pay for some coal for the fire
That I know that she won't
She'd rather have the memories
Of the arms that we've held
Than the lips of steady laughter
And the laughter and happiness
This fragile life really worries me
I know one day could be me and you,
This fragile life really worries me
I know one day could be me and you,
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