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Fare thee well |
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Trade in all our words for tea and sympathy |
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Wonder why we tried, for things that could never be |
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Play our heart's lament, like an unrehearsed symphony |
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Not intent |
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To leave this castle full of empty rooms |
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Our love the captive in the tower never rescued |
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And all the victory songs seem to be playing out of tune |
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'Cause it's not the way that it has to be |
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Don't trade our love for tea and sympathy, no |
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No, it's not the way that it has to be |
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You begin |
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And all your words fall to the floor and break like China cups |
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And the waitress grabs a broom and tries to sweep them up |
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I reach for my tea and slowly drink in |
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'Cause it's not the way that it has to be |
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Don't trade our love for tea and sympathy, no |
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And it's not the way that it has to be |
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Don't trade our love for tea and sympathy |
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Don't trade |
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Don't trade |
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Don't trade |
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Don't trade |
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Fare thee well |
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Words, the bag of leaves that fill my head |
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I could taste the bitterness, call the waitress instead |
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'Cause she holds the answer |
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Smiles and asks,"One teaspoon or two?" |
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'Cause it's not the way that it has to be |
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Don't trade our love for tea and sympathy, no |
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No, it's not the way that it has to be |
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Don't trade our love for tea and sympathy |
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It's not the way that it has to be |
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Don't trade our love for tea and sympathy, no |
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'Cause it's not the way that it has to be |
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Don't trade our love for tea and sympathy |
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Don't trade us for tea and sympathy |
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Don't trade us for tea and sympathy |
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We can work it out |
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Don't trade us for tea and sympathy |
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We can work it out |
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We can work it out |
