歌词
I got myself a mortgage,
It didn't save the marriage.
We weren't insureed,
Insured against breakage.
If you believe in orphans
There's still a chance for love.
(The hand that warms you also harms you)
Pick me up in pieces,
I'm scattered and broken,
Slow, slow music.
Refrain:
Pick me up in pieces
I'm scattered and broken
Slow, slow music
By the time I was 16,
I knew the names of the planets,
Stayed away from the doorstep,
Was frightened of milk-bottles.
If you believe in orphans
There's still a chance for love.
(The hand that warms you also harms you)
I know I'm not an orphan
But I believe in love.
(The hand that holds you also scolds you)
Refrain
So! don't wake the children,
Leave them in bed.
In the land o the dreamless,
They're better off dead.
If you believe in orphans
There's still a chance for love.
(The hand that warms you also harms you)
I know I'm not an orphan
But I believe in love.
(The hand that holds you also scolds you)
Refrain