Cry, Cry, Baby
I'll wipe away your blessed tears;
and lead you away from all such speeding cars.
Listen to your dreams
and the violins to tell you of some nonsense.
I tell you, its all a lie.
Paddle your way out that lonely rift,
and into that mere traffic.
Not pain, but a vision.
I swear to you its everything you think.
Cry, Cry, Baby
you were right all along;
and being up here with you
is pure merriment. |