Card Boxes
Jon Ivar Kollbotn
My heart is weak
It's having a leak through dying words and chants
Lovers an friends the gather up here
Put up the flare
And when funerals are about to begin
The windows of merchants and tailors on primrose path
Greet all the stangers
We're bound of the aftermath
I listen to daddy
He told me before
Life has a way of just happening bang!
It's gone with all your favorite songs
Well I wasn't too young the day that my parents moved out
From the house where we lived
Twenty five card boxes went to the dumpster
In secret I cried through the day
In the rain
Cause my heart is weak
It's having a leak and sometimes dripping in a song and now it is gone