Take this Song

 Now in the lonely cul-de-sacs,

there is a bus with hundred windows.

Where pretty girls once doodled and sat,

young boys now stay and cut willows.

Aye... aye, aye, aye

Take this song, take this song

Take this song, with it's health and its sickness.

Oh, I'll tell you, I'll tell you, I'll tell you

About the shop beyond pettiness

Where they sell garlands of freshly cut smiles

But who will pay the price with utmost readiness?

Aye.. aye, aye, aye

Take this song, take this song

Take this song, and help it heal.

Near the river, where happiness dies

There you'll find me waiting for you

Every well eventually dries

Nature may have regret for few.

 

Aye... aye, aye, aye

Take this song, take this song

Take this song, hold it and teach it to fly.

 

There's a cinema in the old town

Where the reels still roll on their own

Filled with ragged seats, empty with frowns

On the screen, pictures of a jester from home.

 

Aye... aye, aye, aye

Take this song, take this song

Take this song, and let it go.

 

Your existence has not been easy

It has received a million reviews

Would it help if you just closed your eyes

And felt my heart beat against the dew of your chest?

Oh, lets take a raft to the sea

Find an island away from the staring eyes.

 

Aye... aye, aye, aye

Take this song, take this song

Take this song, and let it die.

 

 - Ritvij