Want Two

The mind has so many pictures Why can't I sleep with my eyes open The mind has so many memories Can you remember what it looks like when I cry I'm Trying, trying to tell you All that I can in a sweet and velvet tongue But no words ever could sell you

Little sister come and sit beside me, beside me And we'll play a tune on this old piano, forte Just for a while, just for a while, just for a while 'Til your hair becomes a powdered wig And I become a total bastard Feet that hardly reach the pedal Se

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The drummers and jugglers in Montreal Don't even exist at all So I'm tearing up these tarot cards and Venetians clowns Antique shops and alcoholic homosexuals You may ask why I want to torch my home town Partly it's bitterness and hopping 'round and