Death of an Interior Decorator

You were the mother of three girls so sweet

That stormed through your turnstile, and climbed to the street

But after conception, your body lay cold

And withered through Autumn then you found yourself old

Can you tell me why have been so sad?

He took a lover on a faraway beach

While you arranged flowers and chose color schemes

Can you tell me why you have been so sad?

Can you tell me why you have been so sad?

The girls were all there, they traded their vows

The youngest one glared with furrowed brow

As they tenderly kissed and cut the cake

The bride then tripped and broke the vase

The one you thought would span the years

So perfectly placed below the mirror

Arriving late, you cleaned the debris

And walked into the angry sea

That felt just like falling in love again

And it felt just like falling in love again

Can you tell me why you have been so sad?

Can you tell me why you have been so