Luna's Song
I wish I'd known them in their pictures, happy gentle faces shining still
Now their minds are slipping like a drizzly winter day, they offer their quintessence with goodwill
Neville comes to see them every Tuesday, his parents sometimes recognize his face
We play remember family through the evening, each fabricates their best imagined day
What really happens when memories vanish? One cord of love is cut while one remains
The heavy weight of fate can't break devotion, even when your parents can't remember your name
No matter what I say, they both believe me while I'm there, I swear I believe me too
A smile and all confusion leaves their faces, it's what any good stepdaughter ought to do
His dad makes me a bracelet every Thursday, from roses growing through the windowpane
His wife makes tea but they're not allowed hot water, sometimes they remember Luna, my first name
Queen Anne's lace and roses lie upon the window sill
Thursday's crimson bracelet now adorned
He's so proud to offer such a recondite skill
I pull my long sleeves down over the thorns
Queen Anne's lace and roses lie upon the window sill
Thursday's crimson bracelet now adorned
He's so proud to offer such a recondite skill
I pull my long sleeves down over the thorns
Now their minds are slipping like a drizzly winter day, they offer their quintessence with goodwill
Neville comes to see them every Tuesday, his parents sometimes recognize his face
We play remember family through the evening, each fabricates their best imagined day
What really happens when memories vanish? One cord of love is cut while one remains
The heavy weight of fate can't break devotion, even when your parents can't remember your name
No matter what I say, they both believe me while I'm there, I swear I believe me too
A smile and all confusion leaves their faces, it's what any good stepdaughter ought to do
His dad makes me a bracelet every Thursday, from roses growing through the windowpane
His wife makes tea but they're not allowed hot water, sometimes they remember Luna, my first name
Queen Anne's lace and roses lie upon the window sill
Thursday's crimson bracelet now adorned
He's so proud to offer such a recondite skill
I pull my long sleeves down over the thorns
Queen Anne's lace and roses lie upon the window sill
Thursday's crimson bracelet now adorned
He's so proud to offer such a recondite skill
I pull my long sleeves down over the thorns
Credits
Writer(s): Bryan Bridges
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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