Louise

It is possible to see in this debris? I say these words your mother said to me: "Paint it gold upon the bleeding red walls, In the hallway where the clock rings and the light switches turn the sea, The lightning and the sound leads the ships out to the sea" And the horn that you will blow into the air I can recall the tone how it'll never sound the same to me I love to hear them coming from your mouth But you never want to blow them just for me I could ask you if you never lied to me Then why did you insist on playing parodies for friends? If you could tell me It would delight me but I know that you don't care So tell me why you ever acted like you did It's been a weakness or an obstacle, The telling lies I sense it may be more than mere disguise in truth for clarity Won't you tell me Won't you tell me Won't you tell me Louise And I know that this would linger in obscurity And I can see you running round the town so obviously Searching for that fun that you just can't buy But life is cruel sometimes Its moments linger longer Sometimes making people stronger Sometimes making people long for a moment that would last much longer And I cry for you I know that you're afraid to die I'd love to see you happy But I hate to see you try to break into me Only for that reason that I can't completely hide But my peace of mind is more than you will find In your empty little games in life And I can see you running round the town so obviously Searching for that fun you just can't buy But life is cruel sometimes