John Wilson

Tell me what was the chemistry
That broke open the ribs of your chest
Let the heart out to wander
Into such recklessness.
It's dangerous out there in the dark.
Meanwhile, back there in Ontario
John Wilson had gone
Made all the other boyfriends
Look so terrible, terrible!

This is no dress rehearsal!
No soundcheck! this is the show!
If all you wanna do is practice,
Maybe we should let it go...

All the countries
Lined all their words up
End upon end
Were embarrassed
When they discovered
How they had murdered
The simple perfect of language (like)
Kiss me oh and I'll kiss you too
Love me and I will love you
Be gentle with me, I'm as scared
I'm as scared as you

This is no dress rehearsal!
No soundcheck! this is the show!
If all you wanna do is practice,
Maybe we should let it go...

This is the sound of the heart unravelling
This is the sound of the heart unravelling

Love had tried to hitch-hike a ride
From thunder bay
Had greyhounded most of the ride
And Sat at the back of the bus by the cans where

All the guys out of jail would
Sit and drink themselves to sleep
Love held their hands
Love held their hands the whole way home

Through every little town
That did not want them back
Love leaned in, love was just like that

This is no dress rehearsal!
No soundcheck! this is the show!
If all you wanna do is practice,
Maybe we should let it go...

This is the sound of the heart unravelling