1st of May sister- put that record on   and dance thru the rooms    of the house of your dreams   there's not much 'round here that's half   as pretty as it seems   but it gets bigger   and it gets better   so put that record on and dance until   the sadness is gone   and they say sister   they say all is fine   truth or lie, sister, they say all is fine   fine   fine   well here's the laughter   and here's the sore throat   and here's another one of the only kind   that will ever grow here   and the air is full of...   mark my words and sleep   - the air holds nothing   so ten years of falling down is nothing, now?   ten years of feeling sick is nothing?   Well I spy an eye for an eye and   a tooth for a tooth in you   and I spy clear skies all over   and I spy a life repeating itself in you   so he might say "- I remember a feverish night    when she would cling to the walls    and talk like a child   and that car travel under the beautiful sky   that car travel into the longest of nights   and the air was full of   poisoned words   and the record's broken   and as I walk through every room of my life,   thinking I can never take the edge of anything   and shape it to a perfect ball   and let it roll down the hall   to knock all this shit out of my way,   the sun brakes thru,   the sun brakes thru   and I see you/Isee you like always   like every day   and still I dance thru the rooms   of the house of my dreams   nothing 'round here is    half as pretty as it seems   and it won't get bigger   it won't get better   but put that record on and dance with me   Until the Sadness Is Gone