Twist it all, grip it all

I'd rather fall than see you fall

'Cause in a way I'm your mother though You are my brother, it suits no one at all

And if I squint I can see it

A sign that reads no one needs me And I wish I was out on a road With no one around

But I'll pay the penance I'll write the letters Keep track of members Have fond remembrance I'll mediate it

Appreciate it

And if i squint I can see it far away The family that we like to say we are

I writ a song for him, I writ a song for her I writ a song for everyone

Who's body's been burned

But who's writing songs

For the way that I've been wronged

But wait -I'm forgetting it's you thats been hurt

Hold me dance me round the room Hold me dance me it's not too soon