Act I: The Quiet Life
I sit alone all day
Far removed
Penny for my thoughts
Make a wish and toss it down
Into
I'm back from hell and back again
To make amends
Your pocket
Why do you need so much attention?
Why do you need
So good to hear your voice
Yeah I know it's been
If we spent a week alone in Paris
Would we fall
You’re at my house at midnight
To reconcile
I call you “honey”
Your jaw is clenched
Preparing for the worst
A pessimist is always
Looking at the floor I declare
I can’t go on wasting
No welcome for solicitors
Deaf to the knocking of drifters and
If you should turn around
You'll see me waiting for some
And I know what I know from the monastery
I don't
Before my world was big enough for two
You had my
I brush my teeth
And put the book I’m reading
Back on
Though I used to think marriage was a dreamer’s religion
My
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