Can't Whistle at the Phone - Thunder Dreamer

My mother cried

My father sighed

How can you say

You know what it’s like

And for what

A little peace of mind

Oh, and you tell me now

It’s too late

Oh, my heart

You can’t wait and

You can’t start

Now it seems it’s what you hate

Oh, your pain

Rivers swell and

Rivers drain

Now you can’t tell them apart

My mother broke down

It’s happened before, you know

With the puddle

And the hardwood floor

And for what

A kiss upon the cheek

Oh, and you tell me now

It’s too late

Oh, my heart

You can’t wait and

You can’t start

Now it seems it’s what you hate

Oh, your pain

Rivers swell and

Rivers drain

Now you can’t tell them apart

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