Wedding Song
It's the end of December and everything's different
It's better this way, I suppose
You with your white dress and me with my stage
We both got what we wanted, I know
But Sarah, my heart is a lighthouse
And you are the captain of ships
That were wrecked on my shores
When the light was turned low
Well, I heard you'd be married, the tenth of the new year
Your sister, she told to my friend
And I overheard them and I started freaking out
Knowing I could not pretend
That this isn't happening, this can't be real
It's just words on a screen, or a picture I've seen in the dark
'Cause I'm still holding the pieces of your heart
Well, I haven't seen you in over a year
I can't even remember your face
But I pray that it's smiling as you wear the ring
Of a man who was not such a waste
As all of the games that we played in the dark
When the stakes were too much, I called the bluff
With the fold of my hand
But I'm still holding the pieces of your heart
And low, low are the ways of a man
When he can't wash the blood off his hand
So my palms to the wind
This is the end
Of holding the pieces of your heart
My palms to the wind
This is the end
Of holding the pieces of your heart
It's better this way, I suppose
You with your white dress and me with my stage
We both got what we wanted, I know
But Sarah, my heart is a lighthouse
And you are the captain of ships
That were wrecked on my shores
When the light was turned low
Well, I heard you'd be married, the tenth of the new year
Your sister, she told to my friend
And I overheard them and I started freaking out
Knowing I could not pretend
That this isn't happening, this can't be real
It's just words on a screen, or a picture I've seen in the dark
'Cause I'm still holding the pieces of your heart
Well, I haven't seen you in over a year
I can't even remember your face
But I pray that it's smiling as you wear the ring
Of a man who was not such a waste
As all of the games that we played in the dark
When the stakes were too much, I called the bluff
With the fold of my hand
But I'm still holding the pieces of your heart
And low, low are the ways of a man
When he can't wash the blood off his hand
So my palms to the wind
This is the end
Of holding the pieces of your heart
My palms to the wind
This is the end
Of holding the pieces of your heart
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Writer(s): Bob Dylan
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