The phone slips from a loose grip Words were missed then, some apology I didn’t want to tell you this No, it’s just some guy she's been hanging out with I don’t know, the past couple weeks I guess Well, thank you and hang up the phone Let the funeral start Hear the casket close Let’s pin split-black ribbon to your overcoat Well, laughter pours from under doors In this house, I don’t understand that sound no more It seems artificial, like a T.V. set Well, haligh, haligh, haligh, haligh This weight it must be satisfied You offer only one reply You know not what you do But you tear and tear your hair from roots From that same head you have twice removed now A lock of hair you said would prove Our love would never die Well ha ha ha I remember everything The words we spoke on freezing South Street And all those mornings watching you get ready for school You combed your hair inside that mirror The one you painted blue and glued with jewelry tears Something about those brigh